RP: A Very Grown Up Sleepover Who: Becca and Hans What: Their first overnight date. When: 22 January 2028 Where: Hans' flat Warnings: NSFW Completion Status: Complete
When he'd first asked his mum if she would like to take Evie for an overnight, Hans had blushed nearly beat red at the light teasing she'd responded with, though he knew it would have been even worse had his dad been there at the time. She'd agreed to take Evie, though, and so he'd been able to prepare and plan the lovely evening with Becca that he'd hoped to have a couple weeks ago. Life loved to get in the way, though, and they'd not been able to sort out the timing until now.
Hans had prepared a charcuterie board for them to snack on throughout the afternoon before he planned to make dinner. What they hadn't done was plan out if or when they would be intimate, and while he liked the idea that they could be impulsive with the timing tonight, there were just a bit of nerves at how the night would go. Would making love to her feel as natural as breathing? Would sleeping next to her feel warm and comfortable? He hadn't lied to her when he'd said he was falling in love with her, and he wanted to do what he could to nurture that, to show her how much she already meant to him.
Heading back out from the kitchen, Hans handed her one of the glasses of wine he'd just poured before sitting back next to her on the couch. "It's so quiet," he said with a grin. "I'm not used to it being quiet this early." Usually he was still at the shop at this time on a Saturday, but he'd left it in the hands of his trusted manager. Becca couldn’t help but return his grin - she loved how his lit up his whole face, reaching his eyes and making one just want to smile in return. She was undeniably nervous tonight - her first overnight with Hans, after all, if they wanted... If he wanted her to stay, anyway. But, still, she was calmed by his presence, like always, and her nerves hadn’t affected her evening at all. It was just sort of a little - small! Really! - ball of anxiety at the very bottom of her stomach.
Her house was nearly always quiet, but this was a different sort and she could understand his sentiment. “I imagine here it’s a rare occasion on a Saturday night,” not just with a young child living here but also with his flat being where it was.
“My house is nearly always quiet - except for me,” she said with a laugh, “but this is a different kind.” She couldn’t help the way her body unconsciously sort of snuggled close to him on the couch. "It is, indeed," he agreed. As good as the soundproofing spells were in the flat, it couldn't keep all the sound out.
"A good different, I hope?" Hans asked, shifting a bit so that he was sitting nearly sideways, holding her close. He wanted to kiss her. And more. But he also wanted to make sure he didn't do anything she wasn't comfortable with. “It is,” she sighed contentedly with a dreamy smile for him. Maybe it was because here she wasn’t alone, but there was something more comfortable for her about the quiet. She wasn’t worried about filling it - with music, WeeVee, movies in the background - and she didn’t feel anxious when they lulled into it. It felt... more full, somehow, than the silence at her home.
“Are you enjoying it?” she asked, giving him a cheeky grin but also feeling slightly nervous at his answer - surely he must be missing Evie, must be wondering if this was a good idea after all... She leaned into him, the way he was seated making it so easy to just slot her body into his, wishing there was a way to be even closer to him. But she didn’t want to rush him. She had a feeling he hadn’t had... any overnights... since Mary had passed, and she feared ruining this amazing new thing in her life, even if she felt uncharacteristically impatient about being closer to him in that way. "Very much so," he answered, his voice going a bit more gruff than it had been moments before. He lifted a hand and stroked his fingertips over her cheek down to her jaw, gently nudging her to look up at him. And when she did, he dipped his head down to take her lips in a soft, slow, deep kiss. It seemed like the perfect moment for it, and he trusted that she would stop things if she became uncomfortable. Rebecca hummed into his kiss, moving her torso so she was further up his body, her neck stretching to reach him on instinct. The way his hands left trails of want down her face, the way his pillowy lips drew feelings from her gut that she had forgotten how to have. Her whole body felt warm when he kissed her, and even though she tried to keep herself calm and level, her breathing picked up in a rather obvious pitch as he kissed her more deeply. As they kissed, his hands trailed down her sides, landing on her hips. His fingers curled into her as he shifted, encouraging her to shift along with him, his back going to the cushion and every fiber of his being wanting her in his lap, straddling him. They'd snogged before, enough that he knew without a doubt that the physical chemistry was there, but now they were finally in the position to indulge without fear of an interrupting toddler. She allowed his hands to simply guide her small body to wherever he wanted her - she wanted to be wherever, everywhere, and his firm but tender grasp was more than enough. Becca felt feather-light, nearly lightheaded in her happiness and relief when he guided her to his lap, her legs moving to accommodate his thighs effortlessly, her lips never leaving his.
Once she’d settled on his lap she wrapped her arms eagerly around his neck, pulling him closer, still doing her very best to hold on to that calm and try not to push anything but the way he kissed her, the way his hands felt on her hips and her hands felt in his (perfect) hair, not to mention the way he felt under her spread jean-clad thighs; she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold on to her thin grasp of self-control for long if they continued. The baser part of his brain started to take over, his hands stroking up from her hips under her blouse, splaying over the warm skin of her back. His own hips shifted almost imperceptibly, seeking that delicious friction of his growing bulge against the heat at the apex of her thighs. But he was not a teenage boy, and he had no intention of taking her right there on the sofa. At least, not the first time he made love to her.
When he broke the kiss some time later, he was a bit breathless, his blue eyes hazy with the love and lust surging through him. "I just realized I've not given you the full tour of the flat yet," he told her with more emphasis than the statement would need if he were talking about an actual tour. She sighed into his kiss and when his hands moved up under her top to roam across her skin it felt like maybe her was burning her - his hands sears her back, and somewhere in her mind she thought surely she’d have scars, but she didn’t care, because it felt so incredible and she’d wanted him closer like this since the moment they’d met, since she’d first laid eyes on him, even if that was impossible.
Her breath hitched when his hips moved and she felt him against her and when he pulled back she was breathing hard and she leaned her forehead against his as he spoke, hardly able to to pay attention.
Then her brain caught up though and she looked into his spectacular eyes with a look of yeah? before nodding, “I don’t think you have,” she got out, feeling nervous and excited and turned on and scared out of her mind. Was he ready for this? Was she? She knew she wanted this - wanted him - desperately, but she also didn’t want to break this beautiful, small flame that they’d begun to build. Though, if he was the one bringing up an, ahem, tour, then she would let him lead the way - both metaphorically and physically. “I’d like that, though,” she added, shifting her thighs the smallest bit in anticipation. Feeling bold, Hans tightened his arms around her and stood up, taking a step away from the couch before letting her get to her own feet, though he missed her warmth pressed against him immediately. Slipping his hand into hers, he led her around the couch to the first door at the start of the hallway, which had been left open. He'd tidied up earlier, of course, the sheets on the bed new and freshly laundered, the bed made up neatly, and the surfaces dusted.
The decor was a combination of dark woods and creams and grays, mainly because he'd not wanted the brightness of color there for a long time. Now, though, as he looked at her in the space, it already felt brighter. "It's a really short tour. I hope you don't mind," he murmured with a crooked grin before slipping an arm around her back and pulling her in for another quick kiss. "This is my bedroom," he said needlessly a moment later. "I thought you might like to check if the bed might be comfortable enough for you to sleep in?" he suggested a bit cheekily. She exclaimed a quick sort of delighted squawk when he stood and then easily slipped her hand into his own and let him lead her from the living room. She returned his grin when he showed her his room and made the point that this was the extent of the tour for now. She nodded, “Oh yes, that’s very important for a sleepover,” she replied with her own dash of cheek.
“It does look quite comfortable,” she said as she wandered slightly further from him, toward the bed, before turning to him. “How might you suggest I test it?” She asked, her cheeks slightly pink. He grinned when she played along, and his eyes tracked her movement as she went toward the bed, sliding down her form unabashedly. No doubt about it, she was bloody gorgeous, and he felt quite lucky that she'd chosen him. "Well, first we ought to turn down the sheets," he suggested.
Hans went around to the other side of the bed to do just that, unable to keep himself from making eyes at her across the room. Climbing onto the bed on his knees, he moved more toward the middle of it and reached out a hand for her to join him. His feet were bare, and normally he wouldn't get into his bed in his everyday clothes, but he was rather hoping he wouldn't be wearing them for much longer.
"I would very much like to make love to you," he murmured once she was close, though he hoped she knew he wouldn't push if she wasn't there yet. Her eyes tracked him as he rounded the bed, unable to look away from him, feeling like this moment was a moment, one she’d want to remember forever. And then, he proved her right. She moved toward his outstretched hand as if drawn to it by a spell, and crawled onto the bed like he had, thankful she’d taken off her shoes when she’d arrived. When he spoke again, her breath wooshed out of her like she’d been hit in the stomach, but in the best way and she looked into his eyes, her own so full of unspoken love and obvious desire. She smiled, almost unable to put into words what she was feeling at that, and so instead she nodded and leaned in just a bit more to touch his lips firmly with her own. It seemed clear to him in that moment that words wouldn't be necessary. She seemed every bit as ready for this step as he was, and Hans would be an idiot to muck things up now. He kissed her back, letting his hands roam more freely now that the words were out there. One stroked the outer curve of her breast, the other sliding down her back to cup her arse through the jeans that fit her like a glove.
And when the tension built enough that he thought he might be dizzy if he didn't get a taste of her skin right now, he brought his hands back to the hem of her blouse, bringing it up and breaking the kiss so they could get it off her. "Gods, you are beautiful," he murmured as he glanced down at the curves finally being revealed to him. Dipping and tilting his head, he pressed his lips to the crook of her neck, trailing them down to the curves of her breasts peeking out above her bra. She sighed into their kisses as his hands roamed her body freely, her own gripping his shoulders tightly. He was so self-assured, she couldn’t believe she’d been worried at all that he wasn’t ready for this or all in like they’d both said before.
All her nerves flew out of her mind, completely forgotten when he complimented her like but she still found herself lacking the ability to speak back - as if words had been stolen from her by the way he looked at her now. She keened lightly and stretched her neck to give him more access when he kissed her there, and Merlin his lips were magic. She hummed almost to herself as he moved down her chest and her hands reached for his shirt as if of their own accord, wanting to see him, too, and feel him and kiss him everywhere. At the feel of her hands tugging at his shirt, Hans leaned back up enough to reach down and lift it off in one smooth motion, tossing the fabric behind him carelessly. There would be a thrill in tidying up after, he was sure.
His chest bared to her now, he went back to his exploration of her chest, mapping the swells of her breasts with his lips before kissing back up to her collarbone. Hands slid around her again, fingers finding the clasp to her bra and deftly undoing it, feeling rather proud of himself for still being able to do so without looking at it. His fingertips trailed up her back to her shoulders, sliding under the thin straps and guiding them down her arms rather more slowly than his instincts would have preferred.
And when her breasts were freed and the bra discarded, his breath caught in his throat, words seemingly failing him. His eyes met hers again, full of heat and wanting, and he kissed her again, his lips claiming hers, his chest pressing against hers. Even though she wanted his shirt off and her hands had tried to accomplish the same, she whimpered slightly when he pulled back and lost contact with her skin. Before he was even finished tossing the shirt aside, her hands were reaching for him again, blissfully, finally seeing the leanly sculpted body she’d been dreaming about - her dreams had not done him justice. His lips touched her again and she whispered his name in relief, her small hands roaming his chest and the plains of his shoulders greedily.
Nerves returned for the briefest of moments when she was naked in front of him now, feeling old insecurities return with a suddenness that surprised her. He’d never given her any reason to feel insecure, but she knew her chest was on the smaller side and she knew a lot of men preferred more... well-endowed women. But then, that look in his eyes as he saw her, and his searing kiss as she melted into him, and she didn’t worry anymore. Hans was not a man who limited himself to being attracted to only a certain body type. He was one who cared far more about the deeper emotional connections and could appreciate the female form in a variety of types. There was nothing about her form that turned him off, as he thought was rather obvious in the way his hands moved over her again.
One hand curled around her waist before sliding slowly up her ribcage until his thumb was able to stroke over the peak of her breast, feeling her nipple pebble. A sound somewhere between a moan and a groan was lost in their kiss before his lips pulled away once more, traveling back down her neck to her chest, capturing her other nipple between his lips and sucking it into a hard peak as well.
"I want to taste all of you," he told her, looking up at her from her chest before guiding her to lay back against the pillows. Her breath caught sharply when his thumb swiped across her peak like that and her gasp was swallowed by his kiss and she felt her temperature skyrocket from his attentions. When he told her what he wanted to do, after sending her reeling with his lips upon her, all she could do was breathe the word, “please,” desperately. She let him guide her body back and again her gaze tracked his eyes the whole while. Her hands reached for him in her haze, to pull him down with her, but then she noticed his pants, and her own, and seemed to snap out of it, momentarily, to reach down to the button at the top of his pants instead.
And then her hands stilled, “I haven’t done this in... a while... but I’m on the potion and otherwise safe, just so you know,” she knew it wasn’t the most romantic topic, and part of her figured he trusted her otherwise they wouldn’t be here, but she felt the need to make sure he really knew all the same. Hans bit back a chuckle at her admission, looking at her with understanding swimming with amusement in his eyes. "I assumed so," he admitted. "Perhaps irresponsibly. But after all of our talks, I couldn't imagine you wouldn't be prepared in those ways." As he spoke, he started punctuating the words with kisses down her torso, his own body slowly shimmying down hers. It caused his jeans to become out of reach of her hand, but good things came to those who waited…
When he reached her jeans, he pressed a kiss against her naval just above the button and peeked up at her. "And I've not done this in… a while… as well," he added. If he were a different man, he'd have had plenty of women warming his bed for a tumble here and there, but that had never been him. Even he and Becca had been dating nearly two months before taking this step now! He wasn't concerned in the least about how well they would fit in this arena.
His fingers deftly slipped the button of her jeans free and slid the zipper down before hooking in the waistband to tug them down and off her legs. When they were tossed aside, Hans stayed propped up on his knees to take in the sight of her splayed on his bed in just her knickers, a temptress in so many ways, though perhaps her own lack of self awareness was the biggest temptation of all. Lowering himself over her again, he kissed her, settling himself between her legs and enjoying this moment of restraint, of stoking the anticipation. She blushed deeply when answered her so understandingly; she had figured as much! But she also... Well, she respected him, and herself, too much to not make sure it was said out loud. She certainly trusted his word, but she couldn’t help that odd little bit of relief at the back of her mind when he returned her sentiments.
And then he was moving down her body and moving away from her, she couldn’t help the little pout that came to her face and the little whine from her throat. She reached for him, but then she realized that he was stripping her and she stopped, moving in the ways so as to help him, and then lying back and gazing up at him, hoping he liked what he saw.
Her breath sucked in so quickly she could have choked when his body lay against hers, but she caught herself and gasped instead, gods his weight on her felt good. “Hans,” she breathed his name and brought her head up to meet his kiss again. When they broke apart, she breathed evenly, trying to get a hold of herself, and then smiled up at him, her eyes shining with mirth, “I think you’re overdressed for our reservation, Sir,” she grinned, and realized she could love this man. More than falling in love with him - which she was certainly already doing - she could really love him, she could see it, could see a whole world stretched out in front of them and it made butterflies go wild in her chest. The sensation of drowning in her kiss was one in which Hans could happily lose himself entirely, and his eyes were glazed a bit with the passion he felt for her in that moment. "Ooh, uh oh. I should probably do something about that," he said, letting his eyes go wide in that exaggerated way. His hands went to either side of her, and he pushed himself up back onto his knees.
He made quick work of getting his own jeans off, shifting onto one knee and then the other until he was left in only his underwear, a blue pair of boxer briefs that did little to hide the bulge of his very aroused cock. Ignoring the pulsing member for the moment, he leaned back down, catching her nipple between his lips without warning. He didn't linger there long, though, his hands stroking down her body, marking the trail his lips would travel, pausing only to slide her knickers down and off.
Settling back between her legs, his shoulders pressed against the back of her thighs, and he nudged his nose against her center before his tongue swiped out, wide and flat over her slit. Slipping one hand between them, his fingers parted her to him, granting him access to that tight little nub of nerves. When he surprised her with his mouth on her breast, she exclaimed, “Oh!” but then when he went lower and suddenly his hot mouth was covering her she moaned, throwing a hand over her mouth to stifle her sound. Oh hell, Hans was very good at that, and fuck it had been a very, very long time, she suddenly felt.
“Hans,” she breathed out urgently, her hands grabbing at his hair in a scrabbling for anything to give her purchase, to keep her grounded. Her legs clenched, boxing him in, and she stifled a curse with a hand again. Despite how long it had been since he'd been intimate with anyone, Hans felt confident in what he was doing, his tongue flicking up and down quickly, throwing in the odd circle here and there. And as her legs tightened around him, he sucked hard on her clit, hoping to hear that keening sound from her again.
He didn't let up, his tongue working over her relentlessly, his lips pulled back enough for him to take in quick gasps of air periodically. Hans got his wish and a long keening whine came was torn from her throat as he went after her clit. She was getting closer to that precipice and feeling nearly dizzy from his ministrations. Her head was thrown back, her neck straining, her leg muscles tight as a bow around him, her hips bucking into his face in a natural reaction.
It was amazing, she was soaring, but she also wanted more, she needed all of him.
“Hans,” she whined in a ragged whisper, begging, “please,” just as she was crashing over the edge, her vision whiting out for a moment before her breathing sputtered and she was reaching for him desperately. A part of him didn't want to stop, wanted to see how many times he could make her come, or perhaps to extend the pleasure to the point where she didn't know where one orgasm ended and another began. But he could feel the tension in her, the tightening and spasming of her leg muscles pressed so firmly against him, and he didn't want her to get hurt from the strain, and so his tongue slowed down.
Pulling back, he blew a light breath over her, intoxicated by the moisture glistening there. Shifting, he eased the last bit of cloth down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He discreetly wiped his mouth on the sheets before making his way back up her body, though he kept a hand between them. Two fingers slicked through her folds before sliding easily into her warmth, testing and exploring, ensuring she was ready for him, even as his thumb brushed over the swollen bud of her clit. Her breathing was heavy and she focused her gaze back on him as he moved back up her body, but his hand kept pushing her back to that edge just enough that she didn’t quite fall over it again.
She swallowed thickly, taking in his body, finally fully naked and so gorgeous she metaphorically (and maybe actually) drooled over him.
“Come here,” she begged, her voice still quiet and full of awe, “I want you, Hans,” she confessed, all the joking and pretense from earlier having dropped. She was a desperate mess of need and want now, and that was all, but still in the back of her mind she was amazed that she had said that to someone who wasn’t... Well, and that she meant it, from her head and her heart to her her fingers and her toes. She wanted him, and she was sure he could see the depth of that in her eyes. How could he deny a request so sweetly delivered? His hand slid from between her legs, moving to curl around her hip as he shifted his hips. Holding himself up with his other hand pressed into the mattress next to her, he kept his eyes focused on hers as he slowly pushed into her.
His breath caught in his throat, as her tight heat fully enveloped him. "Oh god," he breathed, his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. Looking at her again, he gave her a rather awed smile. "You feel amazing. Perfect. So very right." As he spoke, he pushed further in until his hips were flush with hers. He paused there for a moment, marveling at the sensations before he slowly started to pump in and out, not in any rush for things to be over quickly. She canted her hips as he began to enter her, drawn to him now the same way she seemed to always be. She nodded at so very right and took quick, small breaths to keep her body calm. Her arms were around his strong shoulders and she kept having to stop herself from pulling him closer, letting him set the pace he wanted and keeping her utter need for him in check.
She sighed his name again as he fully seated inside her - she felt full and... complete, in a way. Becca pulled one hand from his shoulders and cupped his face, holding his gaze for a moment before pulling him down to kiss him deeply, sighing and moaning into his mouth as she did. His thrusts were slow, but firm and sure, as they kissed, Hans certain that he would lose consciousness at the pure, unending pleasure that was her. But even the desire to drag it out, to get lost in her and never find his way out, couldn't overcome the greater desire to find his release in her. All he wanted more than that was to bring her with him, and so he pulled back from the kiss.
Hans shifted his hips again, steadying himself up on his knees as he slid his hand between them again. His palm pressed against her skin, his thumb stroking over her clit in time with his thrusts, which were quickening as the need began to overtake him. Her breathing changed with his pace and when he began playing with her clit again, in time with his thrusts, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her back arched and her hips pushed into him harder at every swipe of his thumb. “Oh gods, Hans,” she gasped out, quickly losing herself in him again.
“I... I...” she sputtered, “I’m going to...” She gasped for breath, “again,” she sighed as her toes began to curl and she could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic as she squeezed him even more tightly in her ecstasy. The tension, those little spasms of pleasure that preceded the big release reverberated through him, straining his already tenuous grasp of control. He didn't let up, though, and when the orgasm crashed over her, he felt his own pleasure snap, as though a flood burst through a dam, sweeping away everything in its path.
A strangled gasp slipped from his lips as he thrust deeply one last time, holding there as he spilled his seed inside her. His hand slid out from between them, his upper body lowering to press against her as his arm curled around hers, pulling her ever closer, and his head ducked, his face pressing against the crook of her neck. His body was still taut, the pleasure pulsing between them. Becca hummed in the back of her throat as she felt him spill into her, her arms moving to wrap around him as he did so, the sounds he made nearly winding her up all over again. His lips were so beautiful, and the noises that came out of them did things to her that she just couldn’t even understand.
When he tucked into her like that, so warm and heavy on her, she kissed his temple, sweaty hair tickling her nose. “You’re...” she whispered, the still of the room feeling somehow sacred, she didn’t want to break it. “You’re maybe the best thing to ever happen to me,” she said into his hair, having not planned on that being what she said, but it was true nonetheless. It felt as though it took an hour for his muscles to relax, though it was only a couple of minutes. Through sheer force of will, he turned his focus from where their bodies were still joined to her words, and he lifted his head only just enough to brush his lips against her jaw. "I hope you still feel that way a year from now. Five, ten, even fifty years from now," he murmured, never one to do things by halves. Despite the intimacy of what they’d just shared, Becca felt her face flush at his words. Fifty years from now... that sounded very nice indeed. She sighed, “I’m optimistic,” she answered, a hand coming up to lightly trail her fingers up and down his shoulder, the weight of him on her feeling comfortable and warm and perfect.
The thought of leaving in the morning already seared through her heart, but she knew moments like this should be savored and might be hard to come by considering their circumstances. And so she pushed her small sadness aside and allowed herself to just enjoy the moment as it was. “You are amazing,” she said, sighing again, and she meant it in a way that said so much more than just the way he’d made her body soar and whimper and keen and sweat in the best of ways. There was something comfortingly intimate about having her curled up next to him, Hans thought as he shifted to lay back against his pillow and curled an arm around her to hold her close. Tilting his head, he brushed a kiss to the top of her head, though the moment was interrupted by a rumble from his stomach. Laughing, he said, "Huh, guess I worked up an appetite." He didn't want to just leave her in the bed though. His fingers stroked lightly up and down her bare arm. "Care to join me for a quick shower and a snack?" he asked hopefully. She couldn’t help her giggle at his stomach and his follow-up question, she nodded enthusiastically despite her physical tiredness. She was suddenly very awake indeed. Biting her lip she looked up at him and through her eyelashes she thought maybe she could see her whole future laid out. Nights like this - love and passion and giggling and delight and forever and children and maybe it could be so very lovely she couldn’t even imagine it. “Seems you did, and we both worked up a sweat,” she added with another light little laugh. “Though, I haven’t been shown to your shower yet, we didn’t make it that far on the tour...” She said with a happy belly laugh into his arm, trying to calm herself before they got up, cleaned up in the warm shower together (oh, that she could get used to), and then padded out to the kitchen to eat. She wore one of Hans’ t-shirts and nothing else and it may have been the single best moment of her entire silly little life.