Rafayel: Fish Food 🐠

Did I save the best for last? We’ll see. Rafayel’s turn now! His theme song is solo by Jay B, JUNNY & lullaboy, but you can listen to GOT7’s album Dye with any of the fics cos that’s my general BGM when I wrote these along with Switch It Up, which was the song that spawned the idea of fanfics.

Recommended songs while reading: solo by Jay B, JUNNY & lullaboy and Switch It Up by Jay B and sokodomo

Image credits to Love and Deepspace

I opened the door to Rafayel’s place. He’d given me his keys some time ago so that I could visit whenever, but there isn’t much point anymore since he’s not even here. He’s been gone for more than a month now, and even Thomas didn’t know where he’d gone to.

Play Switch It Up from here.

I still remember the night before he left. We were reclining on the daybed on his balcony; me on the edge and him behind me, talking and sipping wine. I leaned back against him and he dipped his head down to nuzzle my neck.

“That tickles,” I giggled.

“But you smell so yummy,” he said, nibbling my ear.

“I’m not fish food!” I laughed.

“Who are you calling a fish?” he exclaimed, pulling me down so I lay on my back, facing up, looking at him.

“Whoever it is who thinks I’m yummy,” I giggled.

“Grrr…” he growled and nuzzled me harder this time, which tickled me even more.

I spent the night at his place, and when I woke up the next morning, he was gone.

I walked into his studio. His paints were still out, the water his brushes were soaking in had dried up. It was as if he’d left in a hurry since he’d never just leave his precious brushes out like that.

I walked up to the piece he had been working on recently; a portrait of me.

“Where are you Raf,” I whispered.

“I’m here,” I heard him reply, and I pivot to see him leaning against the door frame.

I stood there, not moving. Now that he was back, the feelings came rushing, overwhelming me.

“How?” I choked out, a single tear drop had escaped my eye, rolling down my cheek.

“Don’t cry,” he said urgently and quickly walked toward me.

“Don’t touch me,” I pushed him away as he reached for me.

“Cutie…” he pleaded.

“Don’t Cutie me now!” I said, gritting my teeth as I struggled to control the flood of tears that were free-flowing down my face now.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t have a chance to tell you,” he explained.

“Not even time to scribble a note?” I said, my voice shaking from me trying not to cry.

“I wasn’t… I couldn’t…”

“That’s what I thought,” I said, intending to walk out of the room.

Before I could get past him, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up against him, hugging me tight.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I really am,” he said, his voice choking too. “The whole time without you…”

That’s when I started crying for real, sobbing into his shoulder. He sighed and held me tightly as he stroked my hair.

We didn’t talk for a long time. When my crying had finally subsided, I looked up and saw that his eyes were red too.

“You don’t get to cry,” I said, pinching both his cheeks.

“Oww!” he exclaimed, rubbing his cheeks. “Why not?”

“You’re not the one who got left behind,” I said, poking him in the chest.

“I said I was sorry,” he protested, catching my hand in his against his chest and pulling me close again.

“Like that’s going to erase a whole month,” I retorted.

“I didn’t have a choice. It was an emergency,” he sighed.

“And you couldn’t call?” I asked.

“Believe me, I’d have called if I could,” he said, his face pleading as he held both my hands in his.

I held his gaze, contemplating how I felt. Now that he’s back, all the anxiety just disappeared and I was just happy to have him near again. Was it worth dwelling on the month that had passed?

I reached up to cup his face in my hands and pulled him down until our lips met.

The kiss quickly escalated. He had one hand at the nape of my neck to control the kiss, and the other to hold my body tight against his.

Play solo from here

“I missed this,” he whispered between kisses.

“Just this?” I said.

 “I missed you,” he added and kissed me even harder.

It was like he’d just returned from the desert, starving. He’d always been passionate, but today, he was burning. I don’t know where he’d gone, but I trust that he had a reason that he couldn’t tell me.

“Let’s go,” he said, suddenly breaking off our kiss and almost dragging me out of the studio.

We were headed to his room, but on the way, we kept stopping to kiss. One time he had me against the wall; he unbuttoned my shirt and was kissing his way down between my breasts. The next pit stop was when he carried me up against his bedroom door. I had my arms and legs wrapped around him as we continued to kiss until he finally remembered to open the door.

We tumbled into his bed, with him lying down on his back, and me straddling him at the hips.

“Hmm…” I said as I ran my hands up his body, from his abs to his chest, and then my hands were around his neck.

“Planning to strangle me?” he asked.

“Thinking about it,” I smirked at him. “But I’ll save that for another time,” I said as my hands continued up to rub his ears that were already turning red.

“Kiss me, Cutie,” he whispered, reaching out a hand behind my neck to lead me down.

As we kissed, I could feel him getting hotter and harder, and I was getting hotter and wetter.

He finished unbuttoning my shirt and pushed my bra aside to take my nipple in his mouth.

“Raf,” I moaned as he sucked me hard.

“Mmm,” he smiled, “Fish food,” he said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Hey!” I laughed.

“I’m hungry,” he said as he turned his attention to the other nipple.

When he was finally satisfied, he switched up our positions, me on the bed and he above me so that he could finish undressing me.

“Why are you still dressed?” I asked when he came to the bed full-clothed.

“It’s gonna be an instant happy ending if I take my clothes off now. I wanna play with my food a little longer,” he laughed.

Before I could respond, he started kissing my whole body. It was like he was worshipping all my sensitive spots with his lips; kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling.

“Raf, please,” I whispered.

“Just a little more,” he said as he finally arrived at my most sensitive spot. “I just got to the main course.”

“Raf!” I screamed when he put his mouth on me.

His lips and tongue were so focused on eating me up that it took only a moment for me to come. He continued licking and sucking gently until I calmed down, then he came up and pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.

“You…” I panted, breathless as if I had just ran a marathon.

“Me…” he smiled cheekily.

“Clothes off now!” I shoved him away from me.

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed as he stood up and started to strip.

His eyes never left me as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As he shrugged it off, I came to kneel on the bed in front of him and kissed him as I helped him out of his shirt. I broke off the kiss to trail my tongue down his chest, toward his navel, stopping just above his belt.

“Cutie,” he breathed, his hands were in my hair, tilting my head so that he could see my face.

I smiled and stared unbuckling his belt. I pulled his belt out of the loops with a flourish and folded it in half in my hands.

“What… ah!” he started and stopped when I playfully whipped his butt with the belt.

“You like that?” I giggled at his shocked expression.

“Do I like it?” he said as he smiled; and I knew that smile. He was about to do something unexpected.

He pried the belt out of my hands and pushed me back onto the bed. Then he trailed the folded end from my collarbone, down between my breasts, and the way down, stopping just above my most sensitive spot. Just that action caused me to ache at my core.

“Do you like it?” he said, almost menacingly as he trailed the belt back up to circle around my nipples.

“Raf,” I pleaded.

“Uh-huh?” he replied, pretending not to look at me as he continued teasing my nipples with the belt.

“Raf, I need you,” I moaned.

He tossed the belt aside and chucked his pants down in record time, then he was on top of me, pinning my hands on either side of my head.

“How much of me do you need?” he asked, rubbing himself at my slick entrance as he kissed my forehead, my nose, and then lightly on my lips.

“All of you,” I breathed, lifting my hips up to urge him.

“Oh Cutie…” he groaned, then thrust himself inside me.

It felt like a relief, like arriving at a destination the moment we joined our bodies. But when he started moving, another journey had begun.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he slammed into me again and again.

“Kiss me, Raf,” I panted, and his lips found mine to kiss me hard.

It was electric the moment he kissed me, like connecting to a power point as my whole body lit up.

“Raf!” I screamed as I came again, and he came in me at the same time.

He continued moving, gradually slowing down, coming to stop when I stopped contracting around him. He didn’t pull out, but lifted himself up, bracing both arms on either side of my head.

“See,” he chuckled, his breathing still a little ragged. “Instant happy ending.”

I pulled him down to kiss him deeply, and I could feel him hardening again inside me.

“And instantly recharged,” I giggled, and wrapped my legs around him again.

“Only for you, Cutie,” he winked, and we started all over again.

I wasn’t sure when he might disappear on me again, but I am now sure of one thing – he would always come back to me.

Zayne: Man of Many Talents 😏

Image credits to Love and Deepspace

I’ve decided to go all in and write Zayne and Rafayel’s too. So here goes for Zayne. I have no idea why with each story, my writing is getting raunchier. LOL! Enjoy!

Recommended songs while reading: Love You Better by GOT7 and Switch It Up by Jay B and sokodomo

“Thank you!” I waved to the nurses as I walked out of the ER.

I had a tougher than usual wanderer fight today and fell quite hard during one of the explosions.

“Oof!” I exclaimed as I collided into someone.

“Steady,” the familiar voice said as he put both hands on my shoulders.

“Zayne!” I exclaimed, surprised.

He glared at the bandage that went from my right shoulder down to my elbow, and my surprised face turned sheepish.

“I just bumped into something,” I started explaining.

“Come,” he said as he grabbed my left hand and pulled me along.

His voice was steady and firm, but I could already feel his blood boiling from the look in his eyes when he saw I’d been hurt.

When we arrived at his office, he gently pushed me into through the doorway, then closed and locked the door.

“It’s just a bruise, Zayne,” I said.

“Today it’s just a bruise, tomorrow will your bones break or your flesh be torn?” he replied.

“I’m a hunter, Zayne.”

“And I never agreed that you keep up with this occupation. Do you know…” he started, and stopped all of a sudden. He’d been walking towards me and had stopped an arm’s length away from me.

“What? What do I know?” I replied, crossing my arms across my chest. It was my turn to get upset now.

He knew the reasons why I became a hunter. And yet, he’s been on my case about this from day one. First it was because of my heart, and now every bruise and scratch I receive gives him reason to continue to talk me out of this job.

“It’s nothing,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose; the way he always does when he’s frustrated with me.

“Come on! Say it again! It’s dangerous. I could die. Why can’t I just get a normal job,” I ranted. “Is that all?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised as he reached for me to hug me in his arms.

I didn’t hug him back and stood motionless in his arms, my forehead against his chest. I was still seething and wasn’t planning to let it go this time.

“So now you won’t even hug me,” he said softly as he gently stroked my back.

“You deserve it,” I mumbled into his chest.

“Hey,” he said as he used his hand under my chin to tilt my head up to face him.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I had a busy morning and then I had a shock when I saw your arm all bandaged up.”

“I didn’t break anything. It’s just to cover my arm after they applied the salve to reduce the bruising.”

“I overreacted. I know,” he admitted, his hands now coming up to cup either side of my face. “Can I get a kiss now?” he smiled.

I grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him down so that our lips met.

He tasted of the mint that the hospital gave out for free.

“That was a good kiss,” he smiled when we pulled apart.

“Yea?” I said. “That was for you. Now this one’s for me,” I said as I pulled him down and kissed him hard.

Play Love You Better from here

It was like I’d sparked a flame in him. His hands that were just resting on my hips a while ago now crushed me against his body.

The kiss went on and on, and I suddenly pulled away, remembering where we were.

“Are you sure it’s okay to do this here?” I asked breathlessly.

“I’m on my break,” he replied, equally breathless.

“I mean in your office?” I said, smacking him lightly on his arm.

“The soundproofing is top notch,” he smirked.

“Zayne!” I exclaimed, giving him another smack on his arm.

“Come here,” he laughed and lifted me up in his arms holding my legs on either side.

“Hey!” I squealed.

He walked towards his desk, sat me down on an empty spot and proceeded to pull my shoes off, tossing them to the side.

“One of your fantasies,” I teased.

“How did you know?” he said as he started kissing and nuzzling my neck.

“Well, we’ve not done it here yet,” I laughed.

“Exactly,” he said.

While we were talking and kissing, his hands had started helping me out of my clothes until I only had my panties on.

“Are you sure?” I asked Zayne. I was getting more hot and breathless as time passed.

“When have I not been?” he said as he led me off the table. “Turn around,” he said, spinning me around and pushing me forward.

I braced both my hands on the edge of the table. Suddenly, I felt something cold moving down my back. I sucked in my breath at the first contact.

“What are you doing, Zayne?” I asked, trying to turn around to look, but he held me so that I couldn’t move.

“Shh… I’m listening,” he said, and that’s when I knew it was his stethoscope.

He’d touch me with his stethoscope, then kiss me where he’d touch me. When he was done ‘listening’, he continued kissing me from the top of my spine all the way to my tailbone.

“You’re getting your panties wet,” he said in his doctor voice. “You need to take it off, Miss.”

“Would you take it off for me, Dr Zayne,” I said, twisting my head slightly just so our eyes would briefly meet.

“With pleasure,” he smiled as he slowly dragged it down my leg and placed it aside. “Don’t move,” he added and I could hear him unzipping his pants.

“Are you going to ‘examine’ me with your ‘equipment’?” I giggled.

“Have you been watching porn or something?” he laughed as he placed his pants on a chair next to my panties and my clothes.

“Isn’t that the usual trope for doctor-patient roleplay?”

“This is not roleplay,” he said as he hugged me from behind. “You are my patient.”

I could feel him hot and hard against my lower back, and it made me even wetter.

“Lean forward,” he said, pushing me down again.

This time, he was touching me there.

“What are we going to do about this?” he said as he caressed me.

“What you do best Dr Zayne,” I replied, my voice sounding more desperate now.

“Oh… and here I thought I was the best at being a cardiac surgeon,” he laughed as he rubbed against my entrance, hot and hard.

“You’re a man of many talents,” I managed to reply.

I was getting breathless, going crazy with want. I wanted him inside.

“Zayne…” I pleaded as he continued to tease me.

“Hmm?” he responded. “What’s that?”

“Please…” I said, and in an instant, he was inside me.

I was going crazy, getting hotter and higher by the second. Maybe it was the thrill of doing it in his office, or maybe because he seemed a bit wilder today and it was turning me on.

As he continued moving, his hands came in front to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.

“Aah!” I exclaimed, hit by an electric shock of pleasure.

“Look at me,” he said as he pulled out and turned me around.

He lifted me back onto the table, and he was back inside me as I wrapped my legs around him.

He pulled me closer and kissed me hard as he kept moving.

“Mmmph, Zayne,” I breathed against his lips. “Don’t stop,” I moaned.

“Definitely… not… stopping…” he said with each thrust.

My hands grabbed his hair at the back of the head, guiding his face to my breasts. His lips latched onto one breast and he started sucking hard.

"Oh!" I exclaimed as the pleasure from the pain hit me.

"That's going to leave a mark," he chuckled when he lifted his head, then he gave the mark a lick as if to make it feel better.

"I don't care," I said, holding his face in my hands and kissing him hard.

"You're driving me crazy," he said when he pulled away, and started thrusting harder and faster.

"Yes!" I screamed, throwing back my head as the feeling of ecstasy hit me.

That day, we tried out a few more spots in his office until his break time was over.

 

Xavier: Taking It Slow

Image credits to Love and Deepspace

Another untitled one shot, but this time for Xavier of Love and Deepspace. Still inspired by Jay B and sokodomo's Switch It Up, but the atmosphere is definitely different this time. Enjoy!

Update: Decided to title it 'Taking It Slow'

Recommended songs while reading: AURA by GOT7 and Switch It Up by Jay B and sokodomo

“Where are you?” Xavier asked as soon as I answered my phone.

“I’m just a street away from our place,” I replied as I tried to speed up my walk.

“Slow down,” he laughed.

“How did you know I was speeding up?”

“Your breathing got a little faster,” he said.

That’s Xavier for you. You’d think all he does was nap and read, but when it comes to me, he could sense the slightest differences.

“Be there in 5 minutes,” I smiled to myself.

“See ya,” he replied, and we both hung up.

I got to our lobby and groaned when I saw that the lift was out of order. Just my luck, and I told him I was arriving in 5 minutes.

I started climbing the stairs 2 steps at a time. By the time I got to his door, I was gasping like a fish. He opened the door as soon as I rang the bell.

“I thought I told you to slow down,” he frowned as I walked past him into his apartment.

“The lift was out of order,” I gasped as I sat down on the floor to pull off my boots.

“You shouldn’t have ran up the stairs. I’m sure you had enough running done today when you were chasing those wanderers,” he said.

He held out his hand and I grasped it so that he could help me off the floor. As soon as I was upright, he tugged a bit harder so I fell into his arms.

“Oof,” I said as my face crashed into his chest.

“You ok?” he laughed, his hands coming up to hold each side of my face to check if I was injured.

“It’s good you know your chest doesn’t provide a soft landing,” I laughed. “I’m OK.”

He sighed, his thumbs gently tracing my face from cheek down behind my ear as he put one hand behind my neck, tilting my face to look up at him.

“Hi,” I looked up and smiled at him.

“Hi,” he replied softly and pulled my face closer until our lips met.

It was a slow and gentle kiss. He’d kiss me and pull away slightly, then come back in again. I pulled him closer out of frustration and deepened the kiss.

“Always in a hurry,” he laughed, nibbling my lips gently when we slowed down again.

“You enjoy teasing me,” I pouted.

“I’m savouring you, not teasing you,” he replied. “Come let’s get you showered and we can eat.”

I walked into the bathroom and found a towel, my oversized shirt and underwear neatly hung on the hooks, ready for when I was done with my shower. We’ve been slowly leaving things in each other’s apartments, even though I only lived above his. Sometimes, instead of using the door, Xavier just climbs up from his balcony to mine.

After that nice hot shower, my body felt so relaxed, and my eyes were threatening to close. I sat on an armchair and was towelling my hair when Xavier squeezed in behind me.

“Let me,” he said, taking the towel from me.

“If you do that I’m going to end up falling asleep on you.”

“Then sleep,” he said as he gently toweled my hair.

The way he was massaging my scalp and hair was lulling me to sleep.

“Xav…” I yawned.

“It’s alright. Rest,”

“Dinner…” I mumbled and finally gave in to sleep.

I pretty much just leaned back into him, making him a part of the armchair.

“We’ll eat later,” he chuckled softly.

I could vaguely feel him combing his fingers through my hair after he stopped using the towel. When he finally stopped, he carefully got out of the armchair, then carried me to the bedroom.

Sometime later, I woke up and found myself sleeping on Xavier’s arm. He’d also fallen asleep while letting me use his arm as a pillow. I snuggled closer to him and his arms automatically came around to hug me.

“You’re awake,” he said planting a gentle kiss on top of my head, his eyes still closed.

“Mmm hmm,” I replied, nuzzling my face against his chest.

“Stop that,” he laughed and tried to pull away.

“I’m taking in your scent,” I replied, tightening my arms around him.

“Come on,” he laughed. “Don’t start something now.”

“What am I starting?” as I stopped and looked up at his face.

His eyelids were lowered like he was about to fall asleep, but his eyes were definitely focused on me. I could see the heat creeping up on his face, and at the same time, I started to feel the heat against my thigh that he had secured between his legs.

“Oh…” I said, and giggled.

Play AURA from here

“Now you’ve done it,” he said, pulling me in a tight hug so that our bodies were flush against each other’s.

“Mmm… I’d say we’ve not done anything yet,” I smiled cheekily.

“You…” he sighed, kissing me on the forehead.

Without warning, he flipped us so that I was on my back and he was straddling each side of my hips.

“Xav?” I said.

“Yes?” he said as he leaned down to kiss me.

I opened my mouth and allowed him to deepen the kiss. As he kissed me his hand slowly inched up on either side of my thighs until he was grasping my butt.

I moaned against his lips, and I could feel him smile as he slowly moved his kisses down to my chin and my neck. All I could do was grasp his hair as he kissed, licked and sucked my skin gently, moving down to my navel. Then he looked up at me, smiling and yet questioning at the same time.

I nodded as I bit my lip, anticipating what was coming next. He gently pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them on the bedside table. Now all I had on was an oversized shirt I kept at his place for when I stayed the night.

Without warning, he was between my legs, licking me and sucking gently as I squirmed in pleasure.

“Xavier… ah!” I almost screamed when he put a finger in. “Ah!” I called out as he found the sweet spot.

“Good?” he asked me, moving back up to face me, his finger still moving inside me.

“So good,” I breathed and covered my hand over my mouth before I moaned too loudly.

“More?” he asked, and I nodded, not trusting myself to speak in case I screamed.

He pushed another finger in, and my hips buckled as I arched my body in pleasure.

“You feel so warm,” he said and kissed me deeply. “I wanna be inside.”

“Yes,” I replied, although it wasn’t a question.

He stood up for a moment to take off his pants, and then he was back. I could feel him, hot and hard against my thigh as he gave me another deep kiss. Then he lined himself up and pushed in slowly.

“Mmph,” I moaned, trying to suppress my moan against his muscular shoulder.

When he was finally all in, he stopped for a moment so I could adjust to him.

“Okay?” he asked me, gazing into my eyes as he pushed away the strands of hair that have fallen in front of my face.

“All good,” I smiled and kissed him gently on the lips.

Then, he started moving.

His pace was slow and steady, but as we progressed, his thrusts became harder each time, cause me to call out each time he pushed into me.

"Xav! Ah!" I whimpered desperately. 

"Not yet," he said breathily as he flipped me onto my stomach.

"Can we keep going?" he whispered into my ear as he teased my entrance with just the tip.

"Now, Xavier," I moaned in frustration, and he pushed into me.

My hands grasped the sheets tightly as he drove deeper into me.

"Touch me," I pleaded.

He slid his hands from my hips to my breast and squeezed them hard as he picked up speed.

"Come with me," he whispered, and I did.

We didn’t get to eat dinner till it was close to midnight.

 

 

Sylus: Kitten

 

This fanfic is inspired by Sylus from Love and Deepspace and the song Switch It Up by Jay B, sokodomo. I figured Sylus' girls might be frustrated with the lack of action in the recent Misty Invasion, so I've written something short to fuel our fantasies. 

It's a bit raw since I wrote it in less than 2 hours, and I haven't written a fanfic in like 20 years. I might edit it further if needed. I have no title for it at the moment. 

Update: Decided to title it 'Kitten'

Do not proceed if you’re below 18.

Recommended songs while reading: Crazy by GOT7 or Switch It Up by Jay B, sokodomo

A long day of slaying wanderers had just ended. Covered in dust and grime, I trudged towards my apartment. I was considering if I should head to bed or to ask Xavier to join me for a game of 'Bounce, Bounce Planet' after a hot shower.

The doors opened as my elevator arrived on my floor, and I immediately noticed a difference in the atmosphere. The corridor lights kept flickering – one moment the corridor is lit, and then totally dark in another. Gotta ask the building management to have a look at that light tomorrow. It’s a bit creepy when the lights do that.

I key in the code at my digital lock, and my front door clicked open. In the darkness, I immediately spotted a pair of red eyes. I gasped instinctively but recovered immediately.

“Mephisto!” I scolded.

He flew out the window as I moved to flip on the lights. But before I could, my vision was enveloped by a big hand.

“Guess who,” the intruder whispered into my ear.

“Sylus!” I said, turning around to smack him on the chest. “The both of you almost gave me 2 heart attacks!”

“Seriously? You’re a hunter and you’re surprised by intruders in your home?” he laughed as he put both hands on either side of my waist.

His hands were so big, that both of his fingers could touch at the small of my back.

“Wanderers have no other intentions other than to kill. Humans have many other possible intentions,” I replied as I stared at him.

My eyes have started adjusting to the dark and I could see him perfectly in the soft glow coming from the streetlights outside my window.

“Oh? What sort of other intentions are those?” he smiled as he slowly pulled me towards him.

“Stop!” I said, pushing both my palms against his chest. “I’m all gross now. I need to shower first.”

“What a coincidence,” he replied. “I was just in need of one myself.”

“Hey!” I shrieked as he carried me up and started walking towards my bathroom.

“Sylus,” I pleaded. “Put me down.”

“You must be tired from running around all day,” he said. “Let me take care of my precious kitten.”

He put me down when we arrived, then headed into the shower stall to turn the water on so that it would heat up beforehand.

“Can’t I take a shower alone? I promise I’ll be quick.”

“And where is the fun in that?” he smiled as he walked back towards me.

“I…” his lips covered mine before I could say another word.

Play CRAZY from here

I was totally going to push him away, but I began to melt as his kiss got deeper.

“Still wanna shower alone?” he whispered when we stopped to catch our breath.

“Shut up,” I replied as I pulled him down for another kiss.

He deftly unbuckled my holster straps and then started working on my shirt buttons. Despite his big hands, his fingers had no issue with the small buttons on my shirt. My shirt soon fell to the floor, and he unbuckled my bra with one hand as he backed me up against the tiled wall. I could feel the contrast between his hot body and the cool wall and it heightened my senses.

He kissed me on the sensitive spot just behind my ear, then sucked my earlobe, and I arched my back, moaning with pleasure. He then trailed kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Using his teeth, he pulled my bra strap off one shoulder. He repeated the same on the other side, and my bra was threatening to fall off at any moment.

“Sylus…” I whispered breathlessly.

“Yes, kitten,” he said as he kissed my collarbones and worked his way down between my breasts, causing my bra to fall to the floor.

“I’m all gross,” I protested weakly.

“But you taste so good,” Sylus said, licking one nipple while his hands squeezed my buttocks.

My breath caught in my throat when he did that, and it was quickly replaced a heat rapidly spreading across my body.

He turned to my other nipple and started sucking gently while his fingers played with the other.

"Sy," I moaned, pressing his face harder against me.

“Take my shirt off,” he whispered as he stood up.

I helped him pull his shirt over his head and watched him slowly unbuckle and drop his pants on the bathroom floor. He stood there for a moment, just watching me watch him.

“Oops! I forgot about your pants!” he smirked, as if just realising I still had my pants on.

I giggled as he started to help me with my pants.

“Funny?” he asked, smiling.

“You’re such a bad actor,” I said.

“You won’t be laughing in a minute,” he said as he kicked my pants and panties aside. "Let's get you cleaned up."

He took my hand and led me toward the shower stall. By then, the water had heated up and the glass was all misted with the steam.

Pulling me flush against his body and kissing me again, he closed the door to the shower stall and led us under the water. As he kissed me, he reached for some shower gel and slowly rubbed it all over my body. I moaned and tightened my arms around his waist.

“How am I going to wash you when you’re holding me so tight?” he teased.

I loosened my arms and allowed him to put some distance between us. He took his time running his hands all over my body, as if to make sure he didn't miss a spot.

Then he turned me around so that my back was against his chest. His big hands started massaging my breasts. After a while, one hand slowly slid down my stomach and reaching between my thighs, while other stayed on my breasts, continuing to tease my nipples.

“Sylus,” I moaned.

“Mmm hmm,” he replied as he continued tormenting me.

My body was getting more sensitive as his massage went on. I heat and ache growing between my legs.

“Sylus,” I moaned again, and this time he gave in, touching me where I needed it most.

“You like that, kitten?” he whispered, and I could only moan in response. I could hear the tension in his voice, like he was restraining himself as he grew hotter and harder against my back.

The moment his grip on me relaxed, I turned to face him and held him in my hands.

“Kitten…” he said, groaning. “You don’t want to do that.”

“Why not?” I whispered, smiling slyly as I caressed him. He was slippery from the soap he used on my back earlier.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he said, his hands cupping the sides of my face.

“Kiss me,” I said.

In a split second, he carried me up, straddling him as he kissed me hard.

I braced my hands on either side of the shower stall, my back against the wall as he drove into me.

We left the bathroom when the shower finally ran out of hot water.

“Tired?” he asked me, stroking my hair as we lay on my bed under the covers.

“Mmm hmm,” I was all I could reply.

“Sleep, kitten. I’ll be here,” he said as I drifted off to sleep.