Clack.
The door of Coco’s bedroom shut as quietly as possible with Alhai stepping outside and leaving the two people on the bed to sleep to their heart’s content.
However, one of them rose from the bed.
"I knew it." Coco mumbled, her eyebrows furrowing in worry as she stared at the door. "They are plotting sothing behind my back! I just don’t know what it is."
Coco shifted on the bed, trying to be discreet and not move too much to not rouse Quizen from his sleep.
She slowly crawled her way to the edge of the bed and once she was over the edge, she threw her legs off and stood up, only for soone to grasp the back of her robe and pull her down to the bed.
"Where are you going, Coco?" A voice rough with sleep reached her ears as she plopped back onto the mattress.
"Quizen—" Coco gasped, but she was cut off when the blue haired diator pulled her up until she was face to face with his exposed chest— a sight that made Coco’s mind go blank.
"You’re supposed to be resting." Quizen grumbled, wrapping his arms around Coco’s waist. "Sleep, please? Do whatever you want to do later."
When Coco didn’t move or answer, Quizen assud that she finally relented and accepted her fate, but he was caught off guard when he was forced to roll onto his back.
His eyes went wide, the sleep that was previously present on his blue irises vanishing in an instant, when he felt Coco straddle his waist.
"Listen here, hot stuff." Coco stated, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Wrapping your arms around like that while your man tits is out is not appropriate."
Coco looked down, her eyes shining with mischief as she placed her hand on Quizen’s chest.
"C-Coco?!" The diator gasped, his cheeks getting warm with embarrassnt, his eyes snapping up to look at the woman on top of him.
Oh, but oh— the glint in Coco’s eyes told him that he won’t be getting out any ti soon.
"Regarding your confession.." Coco started, grinding her heat down onto the tent on Quizen’s robe. "Oh, damn, you’re big.. I just know that you will be good and delicious for ."
"D-Delicious?" Quizen squeaked out, but that squeak was imdiately replaced with a groan.
Coco grounded her hips down onto his, intentionally pressing against his hard-on and letting him feel how soft she is.
"Yeah, but before that, let address your confession first, hm?" Coco mumbled, leaning down and pressing her lips on his neck, her tongue darting out to lick his skin.
The sensation of Coco’s wet muscle caused a shiver run down Quizen’s spine, his lips parting in surprise.
"You like ." Coco stated with a matter of fact tone, her hand sliding down to his stomach, settling between her legs to cup the diator’s hard on. "I like you, Quizen, more than I can put into words."
"Coco.." Quizen groaned, his body shaking under her.
Quizen doesn’t know how he will be able to serve Coco and make her feel good if a re touch of her hand was enough to send his mind to go haywire.
"You like , right?" Coco asked, her lips peppering kisses on Quizen’s exposed neck. "You like so you’ll answer my questions, right?"
"Que— questions?" The diator echoed, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion despite the pleasure that Coco was inflicting on him. "What.. What question— oh, d-do you have?"
The sounds of pleasure that escaped from Quizen’s lips made Coco’s body beco warm and the size of him on her palm made her mouth water.
Not yet though. I can’t make him feel good without getting the answers I need. Coco thought, her teeth clamping down onto Quizen’s neck which earned her a gasp from him.
At the sa ti, she felt him twitch on her hand.
"Oh, you like that, pretty boy?" Coco humd as she pulled herself away from Quizen.
"How about this? With every honest answer you give , I’m going to give you a kiss." Coco stated, opting to offer a better bargain than suggesting.
"Ki.. Kiss?" Quizen mumbled absentmindedly.
Well, what’s the use of bargaining when the diator under her is already out of it anyway?
"Yes, a kiss." Coco humd, flashing Quizen a small smile as she withdrew her hand from the tent of his robe, making him snap his eyes open and look at her.
"Why did you stop?" Quizen asked, his voice edging towards a whine.
"Because I need you to be rational for ." Coco answered, settling herself on Quizen’s stomach that seed to be quite hard under her.
Is he working out whenever I’m not looking? Why do I feel like he has abs? Coco thought, quirking an eyebrow as she looked down to see what could possibly be the cause of such hardness.
Sure enough, when Coco untied Quizen’s robe, a glance of six abs greeted her eyes.
Ah, makes sense. Coco mused, bringing her gaze back to Quizen’s face and caught him looking at her with hunger behind his eyes.
"Cooperate with , Quizen." Coco murmured, clutching the collar of the diator’s robe and hauled him upright, making him sit up on her bed. "If not, we won’t be able to do what we want to do."
Quizen flinched, his eyes widening. "I will, I will so— so what do you want to know?"
"What are your friends planning to do with Kairo?" Coco asked, not bothering to beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "Are they planning to kick him out, hm?"
"Kick him out?" Quizen repeated, his eyebrows furrowing in surprise. "Of course not, we want him to beco your husband."
The bluntness and honesty in Quizen’s answer caused her eyes to widen.
She wasn’t expecting that from them!
"Can we kiss now?" Quizen asked, tilting his head like a dog waiting for a treat.
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