He wouldn’t care if you were trying to be sexy, he’d just pick you up, twirl you around and fall with you on his lap down to the couch so he could kiss you and run his hands all over your body. He’d drop all his bags, not caring about the goofy grin that had found its ways to his lips. He instantly went from exhausted to energetic, just by seeing you. So when he opened the door and stumbled into your apartment he didnt expect you to be lounging there in feather light lingerie that hugged all the right parts of your body. You two had been texting all day during his flight home about the dirty things you wanted to do once he was there, though, he figured that since it was late and since you had stopped texting an hour ago you were probably asleep. He wouldn’t say anything, just catch your wrists and pull you till you were fully seated on his lap and he would lock his lips with yours. A smirk would meet his lips as he watched you approach him and pick your knee up to push it up his thigh. But when he turned to face you just in time to see you push yourself off of the door frame and walk over to him in the skimpiest set of lingerie he’d ever seen he’d just sit back. When the door to your bedroom opened he cursed slightly, thinking that he had somehow woken you up. He figured he’d just eat quickly so he could shower and get in bed so he could curl up next to you. He figured you were already asleep when he got home from the studio, it was late.
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