warnings: nsfw, 18+ ! this is just some very loving c*ckwarming with sleepy boyfriend tom, ft unprotected sex and oral (fem receiving)
Summary: After being away for a while, you can't stay away from Tom.
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The material of Tom's hoodie is soft against your cheek, and as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, it feels as though the weight of the world is rolling from your shoulders. His hands are on your waist, tucked beneath the hem of your t-shirt and resting gently over the curves of your hips. As you hum against his shoulder, you feel him shift his fingers, tracing delicate, circular patterns over your skin.
"Your hoodie is so soft," you mumble against him, punctuating the words with a few soft kisses to the base of his neck. Tom squeezes your sides, bringing his lips to the top of your head where he leaves a lingering kiss to your hairline. "Wish we could stay like this forever."
One of his hands moves away from your waist, drifting up to cup the back of your head. As Tom's nimble fingers rest over your hair, he uses his other arm to pull you closer. It's a lazy Sunday morning, both of you tangled up in sweats and comfy clothes, and the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours makes you sigh contentedly.
"We can stay like this all day?" Tom offers. He slowly strokes over the back of your head, the gesture full of a gentle tenderness you'd missed. He's been so busy recently, with filming and press engagements, that it's been a while since you've had time to exist like this. Two people, curled up together, wrapped up in dizzying love. "Missed you so much this week, darling."
You smile against his neck and finally pull back so you can look at him properly. You're resting over Tom's thighs, straddling his green sweats comfortably, and your position gives you the perfect opportunity to get a lovely, long look at your boyfriend's face. With his pink hood drawn up around his head, you can make out a few strands of his brown hair, long and a little shiny, and you find your fingers drawn towards them. You reach up, smiling at his tut of disapproval as you gently knock the hood down, revealing his bed of messy, of chestnut hair.
"Missed you too," you finally reply, carding a hand through his hair. With your other fingers, you reach out to cup his cheek, grinning as he presses his face into your palm. Tom's got his eyes wide and flooded with gentle love, and it makes you melt. This man has you wrapped around his little finger. "Missed a lot of things about you, actually."
"Yeah?" Tom's lips quirk into a lazy smirk as he draws you a little nearer. He smells faintly of cologne. "Like what?"
"Oh, you know..." As you muse, you let your index finger wander down the bridge of his nose, tracing over the light freckles. "Missed hearing your lovely voice. It always sounds so raspy in the morning like this." You lean in to press a quick kiss to his jaw. "And I missed your hugs. God, Tom, you give the best hugs." As if to prove your point, Tom tightens his grip around you. "Missed your lips, too."
"Oh, you did, did you?" He's got that cheeky glint in his eyes, and you nod your head immediately. "I think they missed you too, love. Why don't you pay them a visit?"
The snort that leaves your mouth is a loud burst of twisted sound, but it makes Tom's smile grow wider. You wind both arms around his neck and shuffle closer, finally bridging the distance and nuzzling your mouth against his.
Kissing Tom has to be one of your favourite things ever. The way your lips meld together, dancing in sync as he presses against you with eager force always makes your heart race, no matter how long you've been together. His lips are warm and gentle, and as they meet with yours in a lazy exploration of mutual enjoyment, you find yourself melting against him. His hands are back on your hips, and they roam the expanse of your naked back as his tongue flicks into your mouth, causing you to groan softly. When he drags his fingers up and discovers your lack of bra, he's quick to shift his palms around to the front of your body, holding the curves of your breasts in each hand.
