of heart and home
day 7 of redactober :D
(18+) james/spouse fluff + smut
A sharp knock rang through their house and they froze. Scarcely breathing, they ducked below the eyeline through the window and crept toward the front door.
Sure, they didn’t live in the least-safe area possible. But it was going on 1am and their instincts were haywire.
It was times like that, where they found themself longing for James the most. Times where their husband would’ve swept them up into his arms and sheltered them from the harm.
They weren’t weak, not by any means, but there was something so special about being able to hide with another, knowing you were safe as long as they were by your side.
Their longing ran core-deep in those moments.
Creeping to the front door, they paused only to grab the bat that resided beside it before flicking the lock.
“I am armed. I’ve got the police on speed dial. Leave this property now.” They warned, voice remaining steady despite their inner turmoil.
“Uh, I’m just here to deliver a pizza. It’s a large cheese for a [Name]. Is that you?” The timid voice they heard was their local pizza guy. They adored him; he was a stocky little man who always got a large tip for being on time.
They dropped the bat, “Oh shit. Sorry Guy. Just, it’s late and I didn’t order a pizza.” They rushed to explain, opening the door wide enough to see the pale man.
He hummed in consideration, “Odd. Well, I’ve got something else too but it’s a little heavy. Can you help me bring it in?” He smiled politely. They immediately agreed, propping the door and opening their arms to share the load of Guy’s delivery.
They looked down, expecting a box on the ground, when two black Oxfords entered their view.
“Hey Love.”
They stopped dead, hands falling and eyes going wide.
Shakily, their gaze rose back up to his. “J-James?” They needed confirmation that this wasn’t some twisted dream.
“It’s me. I’m home.” He smiled, eyes watering and grin so wide. They moved in a flash, body jumping into the security of their husband's arms without second thought.
Taking his face into both hands, they studied all the new eyebags, stress lines, and burst blood vessels that told a tragic tale. They studied him long and hard.
His eyes searched theirs too, finding the loneliness to be so obvious. It hurt his soul. Knowing his job and he, himself, had caused that.
James swore then and there to do whatever he had to, to ensure his spouse never felt that way again.
Leaning in, James kissed them. It echoed of unspoken words and mended bonds. Their lips met in just such a way that it resparked that fire.
A loud bang behind them indicated that Guy had left.
Neither of them paid it any mind.
James’s hands immediately found their waist, squeezing hard. He groaned in appreciation at the softness he felt. After so long dealing with such hard, unbending, unfeeling objects, it was a godsend to have his pliable lover beneath his fingertips.
“Bed?” He panted out as they separated.
“Bed.” They agreed, grinning down at him. Fuck, they’d missed him more than words could describe.
The two stumbled their way into the room, bodies collapsing on one another. The movements were rushed, but no less tender. James worked both of them out of their clothes, hands roaming the newly exposed skin.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I left.” He whispered, peering up at them through long lashes. They smiled sadly, finding his hand and placing a sweet kiss to it.
One that spoke of forgiveness.
He pulled their bodies together; their core was hot. Too hot. James knew he wouldn’t last.
“Can I?”
They nodded, “Please.” He sucked two fingers, lining them up and pushing in steadily. There was only a little resistance.
“Has someone been having fun without me?” His voice was dark as he crooked his fingers upward, eyes lighting as their body convulsed with pleasure.
“Mhm, missed you. Used the toy- ah, you bought. Your size.” They admitted, moans breaking up their sentence.
His deft fingers paused at those words, hands shooting down to grab the base of his cock.
“Fuck, Love. You cannot say shit like that if you want me to fuck you tonight.” The words were deep, almost a growl. It made their lower stomach throb in excitement.
“Then hurry up and fuck me, James. Don’t make me wait any longer.” It was a mean tactic, and they both knew it.
James surged forward, body bracketing theirs entirely as he kissed them like a starved man. He was starved. It’d been close to two years without physical contact from his partner. He never wanted to do that again.
They remained face to face as James slowly pushed his way in. Their body accepting him in the most intimate way. His cock throbbed in their hole, and he groaned deep.
“Fuck baby- oh god. You feel so fucking good.” He bit their neck, sucking a dark red mark to stake his claim.
Pulling their hand away from their mouth, he joined it with his above their head. The gold rings struck one another and the pair looked at their joined hands.
It was a beautiful sight.
James thrust in hard and slow. Using his full weight, he forced himself to hit their spot every time. Their eyes rolled back, body shaking under the long-forgotten feelings.
“James, James, James-” They chanted, head tossed back, unable to maintain eye contact. He chuckled, letting their hand go to wrap around their waist.
The momentum forced him deeper, the pleasure twisting both their minds.
“Fuck, you’re like a fucking vice. God, I missed this. I missed you.” He swore, kissing his way across their sweaty chest. Their orgasm caught them off guard, too wrapped up in the other’s feelings.
Love came hard, body locking James in. His hips stuttered. “Cum for me James.” They moaned into his ear. The new-found tightness was too much and he collapsed onto them as he came in tandem.
They often thought the aftermath of sex to be disgusting. Too much cum. Too much sweat.
But as James rolled them over, pulling out but keeping them close to his chest, they found it beautiful. Their heavy breathing became softer, both bodies falling in sync with their breaths.
Love’s hand toyed with their husband’s wedding band, pressing a kiss to the now-warm metal.
“I missed you so much.” Tears clogged their throat, a familiar constriction weighing down the words. “I missed you too. I’m sorry I was gone for so long.”
He kissed the top of their head, arms forcing them to remain flush against him. In that embrace, all sweaty and hot, both lovers were reunited happily. James swore he’d do whatever it took to keep his partner just like that.
“You’re home now.”
"I'm home." They both knew he wasn't just talking about the house.
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