Prompt: early into the relationship. Mulder is so enthralled with Scully that he finishes in his pants like a teenager while making out. (Bonus if you also wanna reverse the roles!!)
Combining with prompt: scully has a dry humping kink and mulder loves It. Tks for the amazing work in the fandom
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He has no idea who's winning halfway through the third quarter and for once in his life, Mulder couldn't care less. Because this evening there's a half-consumed stainless steel bowl of popcorn on the floor, two nearly untouched bottles of Shiner on his coffee table, and one soft and affectionate girlfriend nestled in his lap, her mouth to his.
He swears she's never been so warm before, so wriggly and intoxicating. It's not even her doing that she's interrupting the game--he'd just been unable to resist her looking so pretty and smart, arguing plays with him and stealing his popcorn as if he didn't know she loves that buttered goodness just as much as he does.
"Mm, love you," she breathes against the tender skin beneath his earlobe, her lips plush against the bump of his jaw. She's only just started saying the "L" word to him in the last week or so, and in retrospect he's relieved that she waited a month or two after they'd started having sex to do so. He would have had even less stamina than he did their first few times if she'd whispered she loves him the first moment he slid into her heat.
She moans in his ear, sounding like their simple act of body pressed to body is the most pleasure she's ever felt in her life. He grunts a little, trying to subtly sneak his hand beneath her to squeeze the throbbing erection trapped within his boxer briefs and sweatpants and teetering dangerously close to firing.
Jesus, that was close. Too close.
He hasn't come in his pants since he was sixteen years old, and he's caught between a strange state of concern and wonder--concern because he'd really, really prefer not to blow his load right now while they're just getting started, wonder because he's in awe that this incredible woman has already got him worked up this quickly.
He brings both hands to her slender waist again, deftly shifting her top up a bit so he can stroke her silky hipbones, a spot he knows she loves to have touched. She's rubbing her sweet little slit right over his erection now, and even through four layers of clothing he is increasingly in danger of red-lining.
"Unh, Mulder..." she gasps, giving him a soft little roll against his crotch, "God, you're so hard...I can feel you against me...God, I--I could come this way..."
Jesus Christ, her voice. He doesn't want to let go right now, but soon he might not have much of a choice. His body is betraying him and--
"Oh, this feels so good..."
That does it. He's lost the battle.
"Agh, God, Scully..." his head falls back against the couch and he shudders as heat flows through his chest and into his groin. He can feel the hot, messy spurts of his relief in his underwear but he's too blissed out to even care, all his knows is Scully's sweet, writhing little body in his arms and fuck, how is it this good with their clothes still on?
"God, baby, yes..." His hips jerk arrhythmically against hers, and he can feel her nails digging into the ball of his shoulders, only adding to the pleasure as they knead their crotches together. His orgasm seems almost endless, the alarm in his head that he's coming in his clothes overriden by the knowledge that once again he's sharing something intimate and beautiful with his best friend.
He wishes he deserved it.
When his heartbeat finally settles to somewhat normal, he raises his head groggily to kiss her, apologize for his lack of self control, and is puzzled to see her gently cupping herself between them, almost soothingly massaging herself. He's only seen her do that a couple of times, usually when she's had a particularly hard--
He can't help the grin spreading across his face, "Did you just...?"
She blushes, bless her, and nods, biting her lip. They just came in each other's arms like teenagers while dry humping on his couch during Sunday night football. He loves her so much.
He gently slides his hand beneath hers, pressing against the little damp spot between her legs to help her slowly come down. Her eyes roll back a moment, welcoming his relaxing touch. Even over her clothes he can tell she's still swollen and warm. She hums and kisses his lips lazily.
"We're so good at this," she sighs happily.
