He was quickly becoming my entire world. And the thing was… I really liked it.
I finished my cleaning duties quickly, not wanting to waste another moment I could’ve been spending with Silver. As soon as the shadows stopped scrubbing, I locked the doors andheaded across campus. When I finally got back to my room, I found Silver sitting on the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands.
“Hey,” I whispered, shutting the door quietly behind me. I walked over and kneeled in front of him, my hands on his knees. “You doing okay?”
He looked up, and I saw something in his eyes, a vulnerability I hadn’t seen before. But it was quickly replaced with a tired smile.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’m just… tired, I guess. Practices have been brutal lately.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I let my fingers dig into his thighs as I stared up at him. “Anything at all?”
Silver’s smile widened, his eyes lighting up. “What do youwantto do?”
“I mean,” I shrugged, trying to be as coy as possible. “I’m already on my knees…”
His brows furrowed. “You’re right,” he nodded. “It would be an absoluteshameto waste this opportunity.”
I felt my heart rate pick up as Silver’s fingers threaded through my hair, gentle but possessive. His silver eyes darkened as he looked down at me, and I could see the exhaustion starting to fade from his face.
“You sure about this?” he asked softly, his thumb stroking my cheek. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” I interrupted, my hands moving to his belt. “I reallyreallywant to.”
His breath hitched as I worked the buckle open, my fingers fumbling slightly with anticipation. I loved doing this for him. Making him feel good had recently become one of my main goals in life. And tonight I wanted to chase away whatever was bothering him.
I pulled his belt free and moved to the button of his jeans. Silver’s hand tightened slightly in my hair, not pulling, just holding, grounding us both in the moment. When I finally freed his cock from his boxers, I couldn’t help but admire it. Thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Clearly my offer was having an effect on him.
“Gods, Ash,” Silver breathed, his voice rough. “A guy could get used to this.”
I glanced up at him through my lashes, gratified by the hunger in his expression. Then I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his tip. His whole body shuddered.
I only had a few days worth of practice at this point, so instinct was my main guide. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and took him into my mouth, trying to remember what had felt good when he’d done this to me.
The taste of him flooded my senses, the salty sweetness making me instantly hard. I hummed around him, and his grip in my hair tightened.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips shifting slightly. “Goddamn that feels good when you do that.”
I worked him slowly, taking him deeper with each bob of my head. My shadows responded to my arousal, swirling around us both, wrapping around Silver’s thighs like they wanted to hold him in place for me. The silver cuffs on my wrists grew warm, but my magic stayed controlled, channeled into the pleasure building between us.
I pulled back to swirl my tongue around his head, tasting more of his pre-cum. Silver’s thighs tensed under my hands, and I looked up to find him watching me with an intensity that made my own cock throb in my jeans.
“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, his free hand gripping the edge of the bed. “You have no idea how much I love this. How much I love the way you look with my cock in your mouth.”
I smile around his dick, taking him deeper. I gagged slightly when he hit the back of my throat, but I pushed through it, wanting to give him everything.
“Ash,” Silver warned, his voice strained. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum right now.”
There was an obscene pop as I pulled Silver’s cock from my mouth. I reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and forced him down against my lips. My tongue swirled around his, sharing the sweetness of his pre-cum between us.
“You can’t cum yet,” I whispered against his lips. “Not before you fuck me.”
Silver’s eyes flashed with desire, and before I could blink, he was pulling me up off the floor and into his lap. His mouth crashed against mine again, hungry and demanding, as his hands worked at the button of my jeans.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled against my lips, lifting me just enough to yank my jeans and boxers down. The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver.
“Good,” I managed to say, kicking my pants off completely. “At least you’ll die happy.”
He laughed, the sound low and rough. “Get the lube.”
