[R18 Snusnu]
Their lips met in a kiss that wasn't soft or sweet.
It was hungry. Frustrated. Like they'd both been waiting too long and had finally stopped pretending otherwise.
Silke let out a low noise as Seram's fingers slid into his hair, tugging just enough to make his mouth part.
Seram didn't hesitate.
He deepened the kiss like it was instinct, pressing Silke back against the counter and slotting their bodies together.
"You kiss like you've done this before" Silke murmured, voice rough as he pulled away just enough to breathe.
His lips were flushed, damp, his eyes half-lidded.
Seram smirked, catching his breath. "This isn't my first rodeo."
Silke wasn't his first partner, he had been with many women before him..but he didn't like the idea of kissing those women so he could say Silke was his first.
Silke reached for him again, but this time Seram beat him to it, lifting him suddenly, hands gripping Silke's thighs as he hoisted him up with surprising ease.
Silke gave a breathless laugh, arms circling Seram's neck as he instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist.
"Mm. Confident now, are we?"
"You said I don't have to label it," Seram said, already heading down the hall toward the bedroom, his voice low and deliberate.
"So I'm not going to."
Silke hummed, fingers dragging through Seram's hair. "Then what are you doing?"
Seram leaned in, lips brushing against his jaw, his throat, his collarbone.
"I'm claiming what I want."
The door to the bedroom was already open.
The lights inside were soft, low, like they'd been waiting too.
Seram carried him across the threshold without pausing, their mouths finding each other again as they crossed the space.
By the time Silke's back hit the bed, neither of them were smiling anymore.
"Let's take these pj's off. They're cute, I don't want them getting stained.."
".."
Silke chuckled, should he tell Seram he bought many and they didn't have to worry if one got soiled. He shook his head, he liked how he was worrying over clothing.
Within the blink of an eye, they were completely bare.
Staring at Silke's body, Seram smiled pushing his hair back.
"I know I can't rush in like that, so what do I do?"
"There's lube in the drawer, you have to loosen me up first.."
Seram nodded and reached for the drawer, taking out the lube. He spread Silke's legs wider and drew him closer.
"How many partners have you been with willingly?"
Silke blinked, was this the kind of question to ask at a time like this?
"Just one.."
Seram hummed as he poured the lube all over Silke's hole.
Just one huh. He wondered who that special person was.
"Starting with 1 finger seems ideal.."
Seram poured the lube all over his fingers, his free hand resting on Silke's thigh as he dove in.
"My friend told me there's a part here that makes a man orgasm just like a woman. I think he called it..the prostate."
Seram bit his lips, he was definitely enjoying the slutty expression on Silke's face.
"Ngh.." Silke let out a breathy moan, squirming softly.
Seram's finger slid lower, finding the area where Silke's body responded more vividly.
He could feel the subtle shifts beneath his touch, the way Silke's breath quickened in reaction.
It was a delicate balance, the search for that specific place where pleasure met vulnerability, and Seram was determined to find that place.
Silke gasped sharply as Seram's finger pressed deeper, finding that exact spot.
"Ngh..ngh.."
A shiver ran through his body, his hands gripping the sheets, his teeth clenched.
The sensation was unlike anything he had felt before. It was sharp, electrifying, and overwhelming.
His voice came out in a low, strained moan, the heat pooling in his abdomen.
"It's too much.." Silke closed his eyes, it was so good, he didn't want Seram to stop.
"How does it feel?" Seram whispered, his voice low, knowing Silke was teetering on the edge of something powerful.
Silke's breath hitched, and his hands found Seram's back, pulling him closer as the pleasure swelled.
"So… good. You make me feel so good Seram" Silke's voice was barely audible, the intensity of the sensation making it hard to speak.
His body moved with Seram's touch, trusting him completely, allowing him to lead this moment.
When Seram finally pressed just the right way, Silke's body tensed, and he came undone with a strangled cry.
"Ah..f-fuckkk.."
His back arched involuntarily, legs kicking out in response to the flood of sensation, the release pouring out of him in waves.
It was like a fountain, endless and powerful, every spurt of him drenched in pleasure, the intensity enough to make his vision blur.
He could barely keep his grip on Seram, fingers clutching at him desperately, as his body trembled and pulsed, still trapped in the aftershocks.
"I like this side of you.." Seram chuckled as he bit his lips, Silke had c*mmed a lot but that was just him.
"Do you have condoms? We're starting.."
Silke breathed heavily as he wrapped his hands around Seram's neck. "I want it raw Seram.."
Something in Seram snapped as he chuckled, flipping Silke over, he traced the delicate curves on his sides.
"I wouldn't mind your pretty lips on this Silk."
Rubbing his length against Silke's butt slightly.
Their position changed again and now Silke was in between Seram's leg.
He blushed slightly, still wondering how this monster fit into him last time.
"Don't expect a deepthroat, unless you wanna kill me.."
He started slow. Just a kiss—warm, deliberate—against the head, a flick of his tongue that made Seram inhale sharply through his teeth.
Silke glanced up, locking eyes with him, the corner of his mouth tilting in challenge.
Then he wrapped his lips around the tip, and took him in bit by bit, letting Seram feel every inch of his mouth stretch, every muscle of his throat working to accommodate him.
"Ah..fuckk. You're amazing, do you know that Silk.."
His lashes fluttered, mouth stretched wide, lips slick and red around Seram's length.
Silke looked up through half-lidded eyes, they were dark and glassy, so far gone he didn't even look embarrassed.
His cheeks were flushed, streaked with faint tears from the effort, but there was nothing submissive in his gaze. No shame, no hesitation.
Just heat. And want .
His brows knit faintly, not in pain but in pure concentration, like he wanted to feel everything, like he was savoring the weight on his tongue and the way Seram's hips flexed forward again.
Drool slid from the corners of his mouth, mess pooling at his chin, and yet he still leaned in deeper, like he couldn't get enough.
Like he wanted to be ruined.
His pupils were blown wide, his expression hazy and drunk on arousal, eyes locked on Seram's face with something desperate and worshipful.
Possessive, even.
And when Seram moaned, low and ragged, Silke smiled around him. The kind of smile that said this is mine and I like it filthy.
"Ah! Fuck, you're a total whore in bed Silk…you keep taking me in, like you've been craving for it your whole life."
Silke continued what he was going, he had never taken something this big in his life and he wasn't ashamed to say he was loving it.
He let it out of his mouth with a plop, kissing the head gently.
"When is time to fuck me Seram? I'm getting impatient.."