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He wakes up, and he's thirty and, for a minute, he doesn't remember where he is. It takes him a moment to put the pieces together -- they'd eaten together, watched a movie and he'd ended up staying over so that they could wake up in the same place on their birthday. Their birthday; if he wasn't already sure that this was something special, that might have had him convinced. He's in Rapunzel's bed, curled up around her, her nigthtgown silky against the bare skin of his forearms and he's -- shit -- he's definitely hard, and he tries to shift his hips backwards without waking her.

Once he's got a little bit of distance between his hips and her, her bends his head, brushing kisses against the side of her neck, one hand tracing the shape of her waist.

God, she always smells so good.

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When Rapunzel invited Keys to stay the night, she was worried that he would get the wrong idea. She’s not exactly ready to have sex yet, not because of anything he’s done but because it’s such an intense thing, inviting someone into her body. Some people don’t see it as a big deal and that’s fine, she doesn’t judge them, but she does.

And maybe she’s a little scared. If she has sex with him, this relationship becomes so much more real, and it’ll be that much harder if she loses him, like she’s lost every other boy she’s cared about.

Thankfully, and unsurprisingly, Keys was a gentleman about it. She changed into a pink, silky nightgown and had come out of the bathroom to see him in a tee and boxers, glasses on the nightstand, and something about it felt so good, and so scary all at the same time.

In bed, they kissed and kissed until Rapunzel couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, and now here she is: being woken with sweet kisses against her sleep-warm skin.

“I could get used to this,” she says in a quiet, sleepy rasp, tilting toward him a bit to give him better access. “Mm, good morning.”

"Mmhm. Me too," he murmurs, his lips smudging against her skin, especially when she tilts her head against the pillow to give him more room. His hand stays at her waist, squeezing gently. "Good morning. Happy birthday." He's got her gift tucked away in his bag, but there'll be plenty of time for that. Right now, he doesn't want any more space between them.

"Happy birthday," she echoes with a happy grin, eyes closed as his lips move across her neck. It's still so amazing to her that they somehow happen to share this day, against all odds. It's a wonderful thing.

"Did you sleep well?" She shifts a little more onto her back, sliding her hand down Key's forearm to the hand that he has on her hip, gripping it and slowly gliding it across her stomach and up over her ribs, leaving it just below her sternum as she stretches her arms up over her head, back arching slightly as she lets out a hum. "I slept like a rock."

He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at her as she repositions his hand. His spreads his fingers, splaying ihs hand over her ribs, his thumb resting between her breasts, stroking lightly over her warm skin above the silky fabric of her nightgown.

"Took me a while to settle," he admits. "But, yeah, I slept well." He bends his head and grazes a kiss against her lips, his hand pressing down just lightly.

"Good. I like having you here," Rapunzel assures him. She had been worried that she would feel guilty, sharing this bed with someone who isn't Peter, but she's been coming to terms with her conflicted feelings there. Like Sweeney said-- Peter wouldn't want her to be alone forever. He would want her to be happy. She has to believe that to be true for any of this to work.

Keys kisses her and Rapunzel hums, arching lazily into his hand as she curls her fingers around his bicep, squeezing as she returns the kiss. They both taste a little sour from sleep, but she doesn't mind. It feels so nice to be kissed like this so early in the morning, when she's still sleepy and relaxed. It sends a flare of warmth through her, nipples going stiff under the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"Yeah, I liked falling asleep listening to you breathing," he admits. He hasn't spent a lot of time sleeping in beds with other people -- hooks up, sure, but that had only ever lasted a night or two at most. With luck, this isn't the last time he'll be sleeping in this bed with her. She hums, arches, and, under the quilt, Keys' feels his cock twitch. He'd already been hard, and this isn't going to do anything to change the situation. Still kissing her, he shifts his hand, palming her breast through the silky fabric of her nightgown, her nipple hard against his palm.

Keys is barely touching her, but already she feels hot between her legs. His voice is pitched low, raspy with sleep, and it makes Rapunzel shiver as it hits her ear. Her breath catches as he grabs at her breast, putting friction against her nipple, and when the thin strap of her nightgown falls over her shoulder and the material slips down, she doesn't do anything to fix it. She wants Keys to touch her, maybe put his mouth on her, and she clenches her thighs when she realizes that maybe she doesn't want him to stop at her breasts this time.

"I like it when you play with them," she murmurs against his ear, sounding almost shy as she squeezes at his shoulders. "They're so sensitive."

The flimsy materia of her nightgown slips and he shifts his hand, palming her bare skin instead. When she murmurs that in his ear, it sends a shiver straight through him. "Yeah?" he asks, grinning as he rubs his thumb over her nipple, teasing. He shifts, hooking his fingers under the neckline of her nightie and tugging gently until both breasts are bare. He bends his hs head again, kissing down at her neck as he teases her nipple again, lightly pinching between finger and thumb.

Keys pulls at her nightgown and Rapunzel lifts her arms out of the straps, lifting both hands over her head for a moment. She tips her head back as he kisses her neck, giggling softly at the tickle of his stubble against her neck. Then come the gentle pinch of his fingers and her laugh trails off into a breathy moan.

"Yeah," she sighs out, closing her eyes and bringing one hand to the back of Keys' neck, squeezing encouragingly. "That feels nice."

He lifts his head briefly, long enough to get the image of her lying there with her hands draped over her head and, God, she's stunning. When she starts talking, telling him what feels good, he hums encouragement against her skin, kissing his way down the slope of her breast as he keeps up the pinching, teasing touch.

When he gets there, he traces the peak of her nipple with the tip of his tongue before he wraps his mouth around it altogether.

The first touch of his tongue against her nipple makes her flush with pleasure and she gasps, pressing her thighs together before letting them fall open. Already, her panties feel a little damp and she bites her lip as she sinks her fingers into his hair, trying to decide if she wants him to touch her between her legs.

She does. She really does, and she doesn't feel like she needs to wait anymore. Maybe she's not ready for actual sex, but they can make each other feel good without going that far, right? Problem is, she can't seem to find the words to ask for it, and only flushes a brighter shade of pink.

He sucks at her nipple and the pleasure only grows until she's practically throbbing between her legs, so she reaches down to grab at her nightgown and slowly pull it up to reveal matching pink panties.

He lifts his head, watching as she pushes her nightgown down around her thighs, his cock aching hard and throbbing at the sight. He's imagined it, sure, but this is the first time he's seeing it. On impulse, he straightens up enough to tug his shirt over his head, his cheeks flushing when he realises she'll definitely be able to see how hard he is through the thin cotton of his boxers.

He leans back down, kissing between her breasts.

"Can I..?" He's not even sure what he's asking permission to do.

Keys pulls off his shirt and Rapunzel stares at him with wide green eyes, sliding her hand up over his chest, fingertips dragging through the soft hair there. She isn't used to that, but she finds that she likes it. His hairy chest is very manly, but then there's the haphazard smattering of delicate moles and freckles that Rapunzel longs try and patterns among.

The question makes her shiver and she jerks her head, nodding up at him and biting her lip. She's a little nervous, but she knows that she doesn't need to be. She's safe here, tucked beneath him as a bright sunbeam arcs across their bodies.

"Yeah," she breathes out, letting her thighs fall apart a little. "You can touch me."

When she touches him like that, he shivers too, arousal throbbing through him. When she gives him permission, he does the rest of the work of peeling her nightgown off, leaving them both in just their underwear. Slowly, carefully, he lowers himself down into his side, tucked in alongside her. His cock nudges against her hip as he bends his head to kiss her at the same time as his hand slides down her belly to cup between her legs over her panties, one finger tracing the shape of her under damp fabric.

Keys pulls down her nightgown and Rapunzel kicks it off, leaving her topless in the cool morning light. The chill makes her nipples tight, or maybe that's just her arousal. Her sex drive had been almost non-existent for a long time, and now Keys has woken it back up and she's throbbing with want in a way that feels almost overwhelming.

He kisses her and she whimpers into it, jerking slightly when his hand goes between her legs. His finger barely brushes her clitoris through the damp fabric and her breath catches, thighs spreading as she rests her trembling hands on Keys' shoulders. She can feel the shape of him against her side, warm and hot and hard, and she wants to touch him, too.

But she's too overwhelmed to make her hands work, so she just grips at his shoulders for now, kissing him back and groaning as he keeps touching her, making her panties damp and sticky. "I-- um. I get really wet."

The way she moves is dizzying and Keys just focuses, for a moment, on kissing her, on the teasing touch of one finger. Her hands are on his shoulders and, when she groans, her breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. When she says goes straight to his dick and he whimpers, his eyes closing for a moment.

"Jesus Christ," he says, smiling, that finger still tracing against. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Just letting you know," Rapunzel says with a breathless giggle, biting her lip as she stares at him, letting her own eyes close once he shuts his. His finger strokes at her through her wet panties, lightly dragging up and down her slit in a way that drives her a little crazy.

"You can take them off," she says softly, sliding one hand up Key's back and up into his hair, fingers curling without pulling. She draws her knees up a little, bracketing him with them as she plants her heels into the bed. "I want you to."

"Thanks for the heads up," he says, aware of how his voice cracks. How's puberty treating you, Keys. He leans down to take another kiss and then straightens up, shifting, looking down at her as he hooks his fingers under the elastic of her waistband and starts to tug her panties down and off. Once they're discarded, once she's lying naked in front of him, he bites his lip, shifting one hand to palm himself through his boxers.

"Do you want me to...?"

Keys seems a little nervous, and that makes Rapunzel feels a little less nervous herself. It's not that she doesn't want to be doing this, quite the opposite, but Keys is only the second person that she's ever done something like this with, and it's been a long time. It's new and kind of scary, but Keys is gentle and sweet with her, looking at her almost like he's in awe, and that helps.

"You can use your fingers," she breathes out, resisting the urge to curl in one herself once she's naked. Keys obviously likes what he sees if the tent in his underwear is any indication, so she takes a breath and twists one hand in the sheets while the other slides up Key's side. "I-- I like that a lot."

"I can definitely do that," he says. He hesitates for a beat and then he shifts, away from her but only so that he can book his fingers over the waistband of his boxers and push them down, his breath catching when elastic drags against the sensitive underside of his cock. Once he's naked too, he shifts, leaning to kiss her as he nudges her legs a little bit further apart and slips his hand between them again. This time, he traces his fingers against the slick heat of her cunt and, a moment later, he starts to slowly, carefully press one into her.

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