“Relax,” he soothed, his hands stroking my thighs. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
Then his mouth was on me, and I forgot how to breathe. The wet heat of his tongue, the gentle suction, the way he took me deeper… it was overwhelming in the best possible way. My back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping my throat.
I’d never felt anything so good in my life. The wet heat of Silver’s mouth, the gentle suction, the way his tongue swirled around my cock head—it was almost too much. My hands flew to his hair, tangling in those soft white strands as I tried desperately not to thrust up into his mouth.
“Silver,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. “I’m not going to last if you keep—oh fuck!”
He pulled off with a loud pop, his silver eyes meeting mine in the darkness created by my shadows. “That’s okay,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to taste you.”
Before I could process what that meant, his mouth was on me again, taking me even deeper this time. The sensation was incredible, overwhelming. I felt the pressure building in my balls, heat coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.
“I’m close,” I managed to warn him, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Silver, I’m?—”
He hummed around me, the vibration sending me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me like a wave, pleasure so intense it whited out my vision. My shadows exploded outward, filling every corner of the room, and I distantly heard something crash to the floor and shatter.
Silver worked me through it, swallowing every drop of my cum until I was trembling and oversensitive. When he finally pulled off, his lips were swollen and glistening, and he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“You okay?” he asked, crawling back up my body to kiss me softly. I could taste myself on his tongue, which should have been weird but somehow wasn’t.
“Yeah,” I breathed, still trying to catch my breath. “That was... incredible.”
“Good,” he grinned, nuzzling against my neck. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
My cock, which had barely started to soften, twitched with interest at his words. “What did you have in mind?”
Instead of answering, Silver reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube I hadn’t noticed before. My heart rate kicked up again as I realized what he was suggesting.
“I want to fuck you,” he said bluntly, his eyes searching mine. “If you want that too. We can take it slow, and if you want to stop at any point, just say the word.”
I swallowed hard, nerves and anticipation warring in my chest. This would be another first for me, another experience I’d never shared with anyone else. But looking at Silver, at the genuine care and desire in his expression, I knew I wanted this. Wanted him. How could I not?
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want that.”
His smile was radiant. “Thank you for trusting me.”
He kissed me again, slow and deep, as his slick fingers trailed down my body. When he reached between my legs, circling my hole with gentle pressure, I tensed.
“Just relax,” he whispered against my lips. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
I nodded, trying to force my muscles to unclench. Silver’s fingers were slick with lube, warm and patient as they explored my body. My shadows pulsed around us, responding to every spike of nervousness and anticipation that shot through me.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, pressing just the tip of one finger inside. “You’re doing good, baby.”
The intrusion felt strange at first, foreign but not painful. Silver worked slowly, letting me adjust to the sensation before pressing deeper. His other hand stroked my thigh soothingly, grounding me.
“How does that feel?” he asked, his silver eyes locked on my face.
“Weird,” I admitted. “But… good.”
He smiled, moving his finger carefully, searching for something. When he found it, my entire body jolted, pleasure sparking up my spine so intensely I gasped.
“There we go,” Silver murmured, his voice smug. “Found it.”
He stroked that spot again, and my cock, which had been half-hard, sprang back to full attention. I’d never felt anything like this before. Pleasure radiated from inside me, making my legs shake and my breath shallow.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hips rolling down onto his finger. “Do that again.”
Silver obliged, adding a second finger as he continued to work me open. The stretch burned slightly, but the pleasure outweighed any discomfort. My shadows darkened further, wrapping around Silver’s wrists like they wanted to pull him closer.
