[More R18 snusnu]
Seram chuckled low, that cocky, knowing sound that sent a shiver down Silke's spine. "You sure you can take all of it?"
Silke licked his lips, gaze dropping down, then slowly back up. "Try me."
That was all the permission Seram needed.
Silke leaned back against the headboard, legs parted, breath coming in shallow puffs as his gaze locked onto Seram's.
His lips were already kissed-swollen, slick, a little parted..like he was caught between a moan and a dare.
His eyes, dark and glassy with want, shimmered with something just short of desperation.
"Don't make me beg" he murmured, voice low and wrecked, already thick with heat.
"Unless you like hearing me fall apart."
Seram didn't answer with words. He crawled forward slowly, until he was between Silke's legs.
One hand on Silke's thigh, the other braced by his head, he leaned down and murmured against his ear, "I like hearing everything you make."
A shiver ran down Silke's spine.
Then Seram nudged his knees wider, pressing forward—slow, heavy, deliberate.
And Silke's breath hitched again, his fingers tightening into the sheets, hips instinctively lifting to meet him.
His expression was pure need—head tipped back, lashes fluttering, mouth parted in a shaky gasp as Seram started to push in.
"Ugh…" Silke bit his lips, he still couldn't get used to this size.
"Can you breathe? I'm going to go a little deeper now.."
Silke's eyes watered, he just had to wait until Seram was all the way in.
"I..I can, keep going.."
"F-fuck—" he choked out, fingers curling around the sheets.
His lashes fluttered, and his expression, lips parted, eyes glazed, pink blooming across his cheeks, he was utterly wrecked.
Seram leaned over him, growling low in his throat as he bottomed out, watching Silke tremble, stretched so tight around him.
"You're taking me so well," Seram whispered, brushing sweat-damp hair from Silke's forehead.
Silke whimpered, mouth falling open with a breathless moan.
"Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
Seram chuckled, he didn't know how to describe it but he was really loving this hole and the body that came along with it.
"Silk. Let's do this often, even if I don't need guidance.."
"…"
"Agh..w-whatever you l-like.."
"Good…"
[And of course…the curtains fade to black.]
The next morning, Seram was out of bed when Silke woke up, he stared at the ceiling blankly, not even daring to stand up.
"My body feels as though I fell off a skyscraper and survived.."
Maybe because he was getting old but this round really took a toll on his body.
"Hey..you up yet? I made breakfast and is it possible for me to leave the building?"
Silke got up from the bed, wrapping the sheets around him.
He guessed Seram had cleaned him up but he still felt squishy all up inside.
"What are you leaving the building for?"
"Well…if you did a background check on me. You should know I have a company to run. I don't even know where my phone is, my assistant must be looking for me. So I want to head there and give her some instructions and also tell her my whereabouts."
Silke sighed technically as long as he wore neck guard, his abilities would be deactivated but then again, he was SSS class, he could break out of the guard easily.
"Alright. You can only leave, if I come along with you…"
Seram kept quiet for a bit before nodding "Sure…it's not like I'm going to run away."
"…"
"You might not, but you can't exactly control your abilities or your mind.."
"Fair enough. I'm sure you wanna shower, so come for breakfast after."
Silke mumbled something that sounded vaguely like agreement and made his slow, aching way toward the en suite bathroom.
The warm tiles against his feet were a small comfort, but the dull ache in his thighs and lower back reminded him exactly why he felt like he'd been body-slammed by a freight train.
In the mirror, he looked like he'd been thoroughly loved, hair a tousled mess, mouth kiss-bruised, hickeys dotting his collarbone like ink stains, and his neck guard still resting beside the sink.
He traced a finger along one of the bite marks and exhaled shakily.
"Let's do this often…huh" he muttered under his breath with a scoff, turning the water on. "Crazy bastard."
Steam filled the space as the water heated, and Silke stepped under the spray, wincing slightly before melting into it.
The soreness would pass. The memory, though? He could already tell it'd linger.
Meanwhile, out in the kitchen, Seram was plating up breakfast like he hadn't just rearranged a man's insides the night before.
He looked entirely too smug with himself, barefoot, wearing nothing but a loose tee and pajama bottoms, his hair still a little damp from his earlier shower.
He glanced toward the hallway, listening for the sound of water running, then shook his head with a grin.
"He can hold himself well" he murmured to himself, stacking toast beside scrambled eggs. "Guess that means round two's still on the table."
Just then, he heard a distant thump and a soft curse from the bathroom.
Seram smirked and poured two cups of coffee.
Silke came out hearing normal clothes, a black sleeve turtleneck paired with white pant trousers and a pair of black Oxford shoes.
Silke's hair was still damp, slicked back with lazy fingers, a few strands curling stubbornly at his temple.
He looked sharp, crisp like he hadn't just been reduced to a moaning, trembling mess hours ago.
But the faint flush still lingering on his neck, and the way he moved carefully.
Seram turned, catching sight of him as he padded barefoot across the kitchen floor. His gaze dipped briefly, appreciatively, then returned to Silke's face with a smirk that was pure trouble.
"Damn. You clean up well," he said, sliding a plate toward the empty seat. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you weren't crying underneath me last night."
Silke shot him a look over the rim of his coffee. "And if I didn't know better, I'd think you weren't already planning to do it again."
"I'm not planning anything" Seram replied innocently, sitting down across from him. "I'm just letting fate do its thing."
Silke took a bite of toast, chewed, then leaned an elbow on the table, resting his cheek against his hand.
"You gonna wear that smug look all day?"
"Depends. You're gonna keep limping like that?"
Silke's foot connected lightly with Seram's shin under the table, but his lips twitched, betraying the fondness just beneath the irritation.
"I'm going to change now. Thanks for filling up my closet and the clothes are all to my taste."
Silke smiled "Then that intel digging didn't go to waste."
Not five minutes passed before Seram emerged again, transformed.
Gone was the softness of sleepwear. In its place was black fitted vest, crisp white shirt, dark tie tucked neatly, and those damn gloves pulled tightly over his hands like a statement.
His hair was combed back, sleek and clean. He looked every bit like the calculating CEO he was supposed to be.
"Handsome..aren't I?"
Silke nodded, Seram looked professional while he looked expensive. He chuckled slightly before standing up.
"Yeah..you look good.."
Seram smiled, stepping closer to Slike until they were inches apart.
"Yeah?" Seram asked again, staring down on Silke, the height gap between them was not much,
but he liked the fact that he was towering over Silke.
"Yeah.." Silke looked away, the gaze was so intense, he couldn't bear to look at him directly.
"Mhm..thank you Silk. Shall we head out? Oh did you eat breakfast?"
He asked, looking back at the plate, he wasn't empty but he could see a decent amount was gone.
"Yeah..it was nice, i just don't eat much.."
Seram chuckled as they walked to the door.
"But you took all of me in yesterday and even asked for more. I guess you're still full.."