UNLEASHED

✅ WILL DRAW - Couples art, fanart, scene from fic, original characters, pets, animals, mythological creatures, aliens, furries, gore etc. ❌ WON'T DRAW - Any sexual or graphic content intended to disturb and cause harm to people; - Hateful, racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, discriminatory, etc. content; - Shipping real people (its just kinda creepy when they aren't actual couples); - Incestuous or pedophilic pairings (shit's SUPER fucked, stay away from me); - Mechs and robots. I struggle here a lot and hopefully one day I'll be good at drawing this kinda stuff. (I prefer drawing organics!); (may add more to this list in the future but if there is something in your request that makes me feel super uncomfortable I have the right to decline your request)

✅ WILL DRAW - Couples art, fanart, scene from fic, original characters, pets, animals, mythological creatures, aliens, furries, gore etc. ❌ WON'T DRAW - Any sexual or graphic content intended to disturb and cause harm to people; - Hateful, racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, discriminatory, etc. content; - Shipping real people (its just kinda creepy when they aren't actual couples); - Incestuous or pedophilic pairings (shit's SUPER fucked, stay away from me); - Mechs and robots. I struggle here a lot and hopefully one day I'll be good at drawing this kinda stuff. (I prefer drawing organics!); (may add more to this list in the future but if there is something in your request that makes me feel super uncomfortable I have the right to decline your request)

Lips slightly parted to let out shallow breaths, you look up at him, heart hammering in your chest.

He lifts his head, ocean green and volcanic orange eyes rising to meet yours.

"What is it?"

His voice comes out shaky, as if he'd been running. You can see the way his chest rises and falls with each labored breath.

"I…"

There's still time.

"I…"

There's still time to make up something.

You chew on your bottom lip.

You can't tell him the truth!

The little voice in your head is desperate now, practically screaming.

What if he rejects you? What if he casts you aside?

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing the thoughts away. You stay like that for what feels like hours when you feel something warm on your cheek.

Eyes flutter open to see Silco's hand cradling your face, a look of concern etched into every scar, every line.

"You can tell me," he whispers. "It's okay."

Your throat bobs and you nod meekly. Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you steady yourself.

"I've… never done this before."

Silco's eyebrows furrow slightly.

"I've never been with anyone before," you clarify.

The voice in your head quiets, waiting for Silco's reaction.

"I see…" he says thoughtfully.

"You're disappointed—"

"No."

He says it with such finality. His other hand comes up to mirror the first so that he's holding you in place, dual-toned eyes peering into yours.

"Far from it. Purge that thought from your mind this instant." It would almost sound like a command if it wasn't so warm.

His thumbs move back and forth on your skin, a slow reassuring rhythm as he looks at you with such fondness, eyebrows curling inwards as he takes in your expression. 

"Thank you."

It's your turn for your eyebrows to furrow.

"Why?"

"For trusting me with such information."

He leans forward, brushing his scarred lips to your forehead. Your eyes flutter closed briefly before staring back up at him.

"You don't…" Your throat bobs again. "You don't mind?"

"Why would I?"

Why wouldn't he?

"Because—" The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them, a flood that has been unleashed behind a dam decades in the making. "Because you probably want someone with more experience. You probably want someone who knows what they're doing. You probably— you probably don't want to deal with teaching someone how to do everything. You probably—"

Silco cuts you off, the pad of his forefinger pressing on your lips.

"Why don't I tell you what I want?"

You nod, lips still held shut by his finger.

"I want you," he starts. "And I want you as you are."

Warmth blooms in your chest at his words. You can do nothing but stare silently up at him as he speaks.

"I want you to do whatever is comfortable for you. Your comfort is paramount to me."

Finally, he releases your mouth, his hand returning to cradle your face. Your voice comes out as a squeak, unsure and scared.

"Even if I'm not comfortable with… anything?"

He nods.

"I can be happy with just this," he whispers. "After all," he adds with a chuckle, "It's been decades since I've been with someone. Just this has been a pleasant experience for me."

You stare into each other's eyes in silence for a few minutes more, savoring the closeness such a confession brings. After a moment, he plants a tender kiss to your cheek before guiding you to sit next to him on the couch. He holds your hand in his, gently squeezing it.

"I will be here if and when you are ready for more."

"It's not that I don't want to," you're quick to clarify. "It's just that I…I'm scared I won't be… any good at it."

"My dear," Silco says as he squeezes your hand again. "Like all things, it simply takes practice." He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "Practice and patience."

You look up at him—your powerful, beautiful, cunning boyfriend—and wonder how you ever got so lucky. He looks down at you with a warm expression, the slight flush to his cheeks from your heavy make out session slowly fading away.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close. You allow yourself to be held, nuzzling your face to the crook of his neck.

It's not that you've never wanted to be with someone. It just took you a very long time to find someone you felt comfortable enough to have as your first. But now that you've gone this long, you worry you've missed out on an experience that seems so commonplace.

Unconsciously, your fingers tighten their hold on Silco's vest as the worries start up again. When Silco's hand, warm and reassuring, rests over yours, it takes you a second to react.

He looks down at you, holding your hand in place.

"Can I show you something?" He whispers.

You nod.

He pulls your hand up, leading it so that it rests on his neck. You blink in confusion.

"Feel that?" 

You purse your lips, concentrating on the sensation of his skin under your palm.

"My heart is racing," he chuckles. "I would be lying if I told you I wasn't a little bit nervous as well."

That gets your attention.

"You? Nervous?"

He shrugs.

"I'm still human, after all. A man out of practice with this sort of thing."

You feel the tightness in your chest ease at his words. His free hand comes up to rest along your jawline. His voice is soft as the wind when he speaks.

"We'll both take it slow… when you're ready."

You stare up at him, your eyes swimming as they dart back and forth between cooling green and warming red irises. Finally, you nod.

He smiles before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into an embrace.

As you cling to him, surrounded by his scent of cigars and oak cologne, you feel the lingering effects of his previous ministrations bubble up again. Heat starts to pool in your belly and your heart starts to drum a little faster. Voice as quiet as a mouse, you speak into Silco's shoulder, too nervous to look up at him.

"What if I'm ready… now?"

He looks down at you, bringing his forefinger to tuck under your chin, pulling you gently to look up at him.

"Are you sure?"

You pull your lips between your teeth, an old nervous habit you've never been able to break. Finally, you nod.

He smiles and presses another tender kiss to your forehead before leaning forward, bringing his lips to your ear.

"Then come with me."

He stands from the couch, offering his hand. You take it and he leads you to the door that will take you to his quarters. You'd been in there before, but only briefly when you needed to use his bathroom.

He starts to lead you toward the bed and you pause in the doorway.

"Don't worry," he coos. "We're only going to talk first." 

He sits down at the foot of the bed, one hand gently patting the spot next to him. Anxiously, you move to join him. When you look at his face, you can see that he's trying to choose his words very carefully. 

"What had you been comfortable with previously?"

"Oh, ummm…" You shift on the bed. "Just what we had been doing, I guess."

He hums in thought.

Kissing, french kissing, some grabbing and fondling but not much else. Silco had been very attentive to what you were comfortable doing, never pushing for anything more than you were ready for.

You had made it that far with a previous partner before. You had even managed to get naked with them, but the moment was as over as soon as it began. The pressure was more than you could handle, so you quickly pulled your clothes back on and ran out of the room. Your partner at the time was less understanding. It ended your relationship.

You haven't been naked with a partner since.

"And what about with yourself?"

You blink.

"What do you mean?"

"How much have you done by yourself?"

Heat rushes to your cheeks when you realize what he's asking. Your words come out hurried and clumsily.

"Oh! That? Um, I don't know. I guess— I guess I've tried a few times, but I've never managed to ummm… to, you know…"

"Orgasm," he offers simply. There's no judgement in his tone, no patronizing. He's merely stating facts.

You nod meekly in agreement.

"I see…" he says, more to himself than to you.

Oh gods, he's changing his mind, isn't he? He thought I surely had done more than that and now he's regretting ever being my boyfriend.

But then you look at him to find him smirking, something almost sinister behind dual-toned eyes.

"You must forgive me," he chuckles. "I found myself getting excited…" His voice drops lower as he leans toward you, bringing a large hand to cradle your jawline. "I'm going to delight in corrupting you."

Yours eyes widen and suddenly his lips are on yours in a hungry kiss, wasting no time as his tongue pushes through the part of your mouth to roll over your tongue. You return the kiss in kind, humming into his mouth. You can feel warmth blooming in your stomach, traveling down your abdomen to settle between your legs.

He brings his lips to kiss your cheek, trailing down to your neck just like he had on the couch moments before. Your breath gets caught in your throat, your eyes fluttering closed as his hands grab at your waist, pushing you down until you're lying on your back on the bed.

His lips continue their journey down your neck, over your collarbone. With each kiss, he pushes your blouse further and further down. You watch with foggy eyes, a small whimper at your lips, as his lifts his eyes to meet yours in silent question. Your throat bobs.

You nod.

He smiles before bringing his hands up, long fingers working deftly to unbutton your top. With each button, you feel more of the chill air of the room and feel your nipples stiffen underneath your bra, your lips parted as you hold your breath. Silco continues to trail kisses down your form, his lips following the downward part of your shirt.

A kiss to your sternum.

The valley of your breasts.

Your stomach.

With each warm kiss, you can feel your body growing hotter and your breath getting shallower. When finally he parts the fabric to reveal your bra, you can't help but bite down on your lower lip.

"Beautiful," he hums, eyes roving your chest before lifting to meet your gaze. "Absolutely beautiful."

Your eyebrows curl inward and you reach out for him with your hands. Immediately, he leans down, lips meeting yours halfway as you free yourself from the sleeves of your shirt, grabbing at him to pull him closer.

You want to feel the weight of him on you.

To feel his body press against yours.

To feel his warmth.

And his firmness.

His skin on your skin.

As you kiss, your hands try to work the knot of his tie, fingers fumbling clumsily with the complicated knot he had chosen. He laughs against your lips before undoing it himself one-handed and casting it to the floor. Soon, his vest and shirt are discarded as well, a small pile of fabric growing on the hardwood.

When he presses his bare chest to yours, you can't help but let out a gasp. 

He's so warm! And so… so lean.

Your hands explore his back, pads of your fingers tracing over old scars and toned muscles that dance under your palms. Silco's hands wrap around you and you lift your torso, allowing him room to work the clasps of your bra. He seems to get it undone in no time at all, and you feel a tinge of panic as you feel him start to pull the band away.

"Wait!" You gasp out, breaking off the kiss.

He freezes in place, hands still on your bra, but your modesty intact.

His eyes meet yours, his kiss swollen lips parted slightly.

"Are you okay?" He asks and the gentleness in his voice sends warmth to blossom in the cage of your ribs.

"Yes, I'm fine," you gasp out, gathering yourself. "Just… umm…" You reach behind your back, taking the bra straps from him. "Let me do it."

He nods silently, pulling his hands away as he backs up to give you room. His eyes never leave your face, as if he's waiting for your approval to look down at your body.

Despite feeling warm all over, you feel goosebumps prickling on your arms as you slowly—very slowly—remove your bra.

Your shoulders slouch forward as you do, like it'll give you more precious seconds of coverage. Taking a deep breath, you finally lower the garment, your nipples hard from the cool air of the room. You drape your bra next to you, eyes pinned to Silco's. He continues to study your face, waiting. 

You nod again.

You think that Silco will lower his eyes to look at your breasts, but he surprises you by instead leaning forward and capturing your lips in another kiss. His hands grab your waist, palm smoothing up to your ribs, his thumbs a ghost of a touch to the lower curve of your breasts, pulling a small gasp from you as you arch your back.

When finally he breaks off the kiss, you see his good eye blown out, the green almost entirely engulfed by the dark sea of obsidian. And when he lowers his eyes to gaze upon you, it's with a reverence that makes you feel almost sacred.

A small sigh escapes his scarred lips at the sight of you. A look of utter awe written into his softening features, the harsh lines of his scars relaxing as he brings a hand up to palm the weight of your breast.

Before you can say anything, he's leaning forward again, this time capturing your nipple between his lips.

"Ah!" 

No one's ever done that to you before. And here Silco is, his tongue pressing against your stiffened bud, lapping at it slowly as his hand massages your other breast.

You throw your head back in disbelief.

I didn't know that could feel so good!

Your hands find their way into Silco's hair, nails digging into his scalp as he gives your other breast the same treatment. 

"Ah! Silco…" you sigh into his bedroom, content to let him do whatever he pleases to you.

As he continues to kiss and suck and lick your tits, you can feel an ache growing between your legs. You press them together but it does little to soothe the sensation. After a few more minutes, you find you can no longer wait, desperate for relief.

"Silco?"

He lifts his head, good eyebrow ticked up.

"Can you… will you…" You swallow down your nerves.

It's now or never.

"Will you please… touch me?"

His good eye flutters closed at that, a long, heavy sigh pushing past scarred lips. When he opens his eye to meet your gaze again, there's a fire growing behind both irises.

"It would be my pleasure," he growls, shifting on the bed so he's hovering above you.

You feel so small underneath him and that feeling sends more heat to pool between your legs, something about his towering figure making you want to do anything he desires.

His hands find your hips, heat of his palms warm even through the fabric of your pants. And then, you feel it: his left hand snaking its way along your thigh, dragging slowly against you, getting closer and closer to the part of your legs.

He turns his hand, fingertips a ghost of a touch along your inner thighs, trailing higher and higher toward your clothed sex. And then—

He brings his hand up to cup your mound, the tips of his ring and middle fingers over your entrance while the heel of his palm presses to your mound. Your hips jump at the touch and you can't help the small gasp at the contact.

"Shhh… it's okay," he coos. "I've got you." He rubs in a small, circular motion over your pants and you let out a whimper at the friction. "I'll be gentle."

He continues to move his hand against you, fingertips massaging your clothed entrance as his palm grinds into you.

More.

You whimper incoherently.

Harder.

He continues and you feel as if you're going to burst. But at the same time, you need more. You need him closer. You need him so close that he's inside you.

"Silco, please!" You cry out, louder than you intended. "Oh gods, I want to feel your skin on mine."

But that's not all.

"And—" you gasp, eyebrows curled inwards. "I want to feel you. I want to see you."

That gets his attention.

He lets out a low hum, something between a dark chuckle and an animalistic growl. His hand leaves your sex and you almost cry out at the loss. But then his hands are at the fly of your pants and panic sets in again.

"Wait!"

He freezes again.

Is he gonna hate me for all these interruptions?

He silently answers your unspoken question by giving you the gentlest, warmest smile you've ever seen on him. 

You're at a loss for words, not sure what exactly you want or how to go about it. When you say nothing at all, Silco fills in the gaps.

"Perhaps…" he offers, "I can go first."

Yeah, that… that sounds good.

You nod meekly.

At that, he pulls back from the bed, getting to his feet. Bending at the waist, he takes his boots and socks off first, carefully placing them on the floor before straightening back up.

The four gold buttons on the front of his pants are undone slowly, a small countdown to the main event.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

You prop yourself onto your elbows to watch, enraptured, feeling very blessed for what you're about to witness.

He lowers the panel of his pants to reveal a dark maroon pair of boxers, which he lowers with care. Your eyes widen as he tugs the pants and underwear lower and lower, his erection twitching as it comes into view.

When Silco's eyes lift to meet yours, he smirks. It's at the moment you realize your mouth is hanging open and you can feel a bit of drool pooling in your mouth.

You close your mouth and gulp down your obvious excitement.

Equal parts excitement and intimidation.

He's big.

Not that you had much frame of reference before, but he was much bigger than the only other cock you had seen in your life. 

There's… no way that can fit inside me.

Panic starts to set in again and it must be written all over your expression because the smirk is wiped clean off Silco's face as he brings a hand up to cradle your face.

"Hey," he whispers, trying to turn your attention away from his—frankly monstrous—erection. "I did this so you can feel comfortable undressing, too." His thumb rubs soft patterns into your cheek. "We won't be doing anything with me tonight."

You blink and look up at your partner, thoroughly confused.

"Wait, what?"

He shakes his head, trying to recover.

"What I mean to say is: we're focusing on your pleasure tonight," he clarifies.

"But—" You bring your hand up to mirror his. "But I want to make you feel good, too."

He smiles, chuckling.

"Believe me, dove, you do."

He plants a tender kiss to your forehead.

"There will be plenty of time for that, I promise." He pulls back, resting his hands on your hips. Ocean green and volcanic orange eyes find yours. "May I?"

Your eyes dart down to your pants and back up at him. Half-clothed, but you already feel completely naked. 

But if his hand felt that good over my pants, just imagine…

You lick your lips and take a deep breath.

"Yes."

He smiles.

Lowering down, he undoes the laces of your boots with care before tugging them off you. When he starts to pull your socks out, you can't help the small giggle as his fingers ghost over the soles of your feet. He chuckles at your sounds and you can feel your nerves melting away.

But then his hands are working your zipper and you can feel your muscles tensing in response. You squeeze your eyes shut as if that will help, waiting for whatever disgusted sound Silco is sure to make upon seeing you fully naked.

But the sound never comes.

Instead, as you feel the crisp air hit your exposed core, you only hear the shuffling of your pants as they're pulled off your legs. When you dare to open your eyes, you see Silco carefully folding them and placing them on a nearby chair.

You let out a laugh.

"What?" He asks with a smile.

"Nothing." You smile back. "You're just so… sweet."

He steps forward, his eyes trained on your face.

"Only for you, dear."

Flush creeps into your cheeks and suddenly you feel like a lovesick teenager with their first crush. Oh, the things Silco does to you with just a few words.

But then, his eyes are lowering.

Down your face, along your neck, drinking in the image of your heaving breasts, down your navel, until finally settling on your sex.

You feel your walls clench around nothing and immediately wonder if he could see it. Your cheeks turn bright red at the thought.

Silco stays silent as he takes in your naked form, his eyes savoring each inch of your exposed flesh. He lifts his mismatched eyes to yours and whispers.

"You're perfect."

A sigh of relief escapes your lips.

While the initial rush from his touch before has cooled off, interrupted by those brief moments of panic, you can feel your desire for him build again. And as if reading your mind, he leans forward to lock lips with you again, his hands in your hair as he pulls you toward himself.

You're about to deepen the kiss when Silco breaks it off abruptly, stepping away from the bed.

Oh no, did I do something wrong?

He pads over to the corner of the room, away from you.

Oh gods, what did I do?

But then, he's dragging a large full-length mirror toward the bed. The wheels squeak along the hardwood until he pauses, adjusting it so that it faces the foot of the bed. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and turn away, embarrassed.

"What are you doing?" You bring one hand to cover your chest and another to hide your mound. "Isn't it kind of early for… kinky stuff?"

"Relax," he coos, stepping around the mirror to join you. "I had an idea."

He walks around the bed, then starts to climb on behind you. The mattress shifts under his weight and you watch, intrigued, in the mirror's reflection.

He sits behind you, bringing his legs around to hug yours. You can feel his erection press against your back and it sends a sweet tingle up your spine. His hands then come to rest on your hips, holding you in place.

Another sweet thrill shoots through you as you realize this is the first time you've ever felt a naked erection. You'd had felt them through your ex's pants before, but never skin to skin contact.

It sends heat to flush your cheeks.

"While learning how to please your partner is indeed important," he starts, "Knowing what you enjoy is paramount." 

He brings one hand up to yours, slowly beckoning you to lower your arm. With a little hesitation, you do, slowly revealing your breasts to the mirror's reflection again. 

"How can you communicate your needs and desires…" 

His free hand moves your hair away to expose your neck as he brings his lips up to your ear.

"If you don't even know what they are?"

He makes a very good point, one you have no ability to debate with how you've become putty in his hands. 

His other hand finds yours, gently resting over the back of yours. 

"Show me," he whispers. "Show me how you've touched yourself."

Oh.

That's the reason for the mirror.

It's not for Silco's benefit—though he does benefit as well—but for yours. So you can see exactly what to do and how to do it.

"I…" you stare at your reflection, feeling uneasy at having to see your body on display. Your hand refuses to move, frozen in fear. "I don't know if I can… with the mirror…"

He nods, pressing his lips to your temple.

"Then just focus on me."

His hand tucks under your chin, turning you toward him. Your eyes flutter closed as he claims your lips, his tongue quick to part them. As his tongue rolls over yours, you feel that same ache growing at the apex of your legs. And you know in your heart and in your mind that the only way to relieve it is to…

Your hand snakes down your thigh, inching toward your sex. Silco's hand on yours follows, along for the ride. When you cup your mound, you hum into Silco's mouth, something wonderfully sinful about the position you've found yourself in.

You press the heel of your palm into yourself, but the grinding—even with Silco's hand over yours—does little to soothe the building ache. You let out a frustrated whimper, breaking off the kiss.

"I— I don't know what I'm doing." 

Your cheeks redden from embarrassment, your years of inexperience looming over you like a storm cloud.

"Here…" Silco's hand over your presses, guiding your hand up, a soft pressure at your fingertips. As he does, you feel warmth and wetness as you brush over your folds. You gasp at the sensation as Silco continues to guide your fingers up until—

"Ah!"

Your eyes fly open as you feel a much more powerful sensation between your legs, a part of you much more sensitive than your folds. 

He growls behind you.

"There we go," he coos. His thumb and pinky press around your hand, lifting it, before pressing your fingers into the same spot again. And just like before, lightning courses through you from that singular point outward.

His breath is hot and heavy in your hair and you feel rather than hear his words.

"Allow me to show you."

You nod, pulling your hand away to grip the sheets beside you. Chin tucked, you watch as Silco parts your folds with his ring and pointer finger, exposing more of yourself. Then, his middle finger comes up to swipe between the other two, forcing another gasp out of you.

"Ah!"

He does it again and again, swiping his finger over that tender spot. How one tiny little bud can feel such strong pleasure baffles you and you find yourself rocking your hips with each press of his fingers to it, chasing the sensation. Then, he starts to rub circles into it and you throw your head back over his shoulder.

"Oh gods!"

His free arm wraps around your middle, holding you close to him. The hand not clinging to the sheets shoots up to hold him by his hair, fingers grabbing anything to keep from floating away.

Your chest heaves and you pull your knees apart, spreading your legs further as Silco continues to work you with his fingers. Mouth hanging open as your breath comes out in soft puffs, you've never felt so good before.

"Ready for more?" Silco growls behind you.

Your eyes fly open to stare at Silco in the mirror in disbelief. But then his fingers are leaving your clit and gliding down your folds, gathering your arousal as he does. You watch, enamored, as he starts to massage your entrance, easing you open.

It's a sensation you've felt before, one that you can only describe as the need to be filled. To feel something in you. You'd never felt comfortable enough—even just by yourself—to do anything about it. But as Silco draws out your pleasure, you feel you finally might be ready.

"Silco?" You gasp out.

"Hmm?"

"I've…" you gulp down your nerves. "I've never done this before."

He nods, the arm around your middle squeezing you in a reassuring embrace. 

"We'll take it slow," he coos. "One finger at a time."

That sends heat to pool between your legs. Silco continues to massage circles into your entrance, his dual-toned eyes staring into your pleasure-ridden features in the reflection.

"Ready?" He asks, voice even and calming.

You lock eyes with him in the mirror, your lips parted as your breath quickens.

You nod.

You feel him breach your entrance, his middle finger pushing into you. Letting out a sigh, you can feel him drag against your walls. And then, he's doing something with his finger inside you and it causes your hips to jump up, a startled cry pushed past your lips.

"Ah! Silco!"

He grins against your temple, his voice practically vibrating with excitement.

"Would you like another?"

"I— I can barely handle this one," you gasp out. 

He hums. "Oh, but it gets even better."

Your hips chase his finger, moving on its own accord. The sounds his hand makes are lewd, sending more heat to settle in your abdomen. With each delicious curl of his finger, you can feel your arousal building, the sheets underneath you warm and wet.

"Better than this?'

He chuckles darkly behind you.

"Oh, my dear…" he drags his middle finger slowly out of you, massaging your entrance once more. "You have so much to learn."

Then, he's pushing two fingers into you. Your walls stretch to accommodate him and your toes curl at the feeling of fullness. You can feel something building within you, feeling as if you're about to explode into a million pieces. 

"Silco, I think— I think I'm going to—"

You can't get the words out, too blissed out by the curling of his fingers inside you, reaching parts you didn't know you had. 

And then his thumb is pressing into that tiny bud, the one that had you feeling lightning through your veins. He curls his fingers within you as he massages your clit, practiced fingers pulling mewls and whimpers from you. 

You feel warmth growing between your legs, somewhere deep under the surface. You don't know how you do it, but you clamp your walls around his digits, squeezing them and elevating the friction of his hand. 

Head tossed, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, you chase the feeling, your hips rocking in time with his hand.

More.

You whimper and Silco hums behind you.

More.

His free hand lifts to palm the weight of your breast, fingertips wrapping around your sensitive nipple and pinching.

Harder.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip the sheets and Silco's hair, every muscle in your body overwhelmed from Silco's ministrations.

Faster.

The unholy sounds of your pleasure fill the room, drowned out only by the heavy thumping of your heartbeat in your ear and Silco's shallow breathing behind you.

And then —

You let out a startled, incoherent cry as you're overcome with pleasure, radiating outward from your core, your walls fluttering around Silco's diligent fingers as a feeling of ecstasy you've never experienced before floods your senses. You can feel it not only between your legs but in the soles of your feet and behind your eyes, like your entire body—every last cell—is crying out in unison:

Yes!

The pleasure seems to come in waves and as the seconds pass, the waves start to calm. Your body seems to thrum from the feeling and soon you feel your muscles going completely slack as if you're about to collapse. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, overwhelmed by your climax and slowly giving into the unfamiliar feeling of your afterglow.

You feel high; weightless and a little bit silly.

Silco pulls his fingers from you and it elicits a tiny gasp, but then he's cupping your sex, his hand a steady, reassuring warmth pressed against you. 

When finally you open your eyes and lower your chin, you're met with Silco's smug expression in the mirror. You would chide him, but find you have little to no energy to do so. Instead, you offer him a fuckdrunk smile, eyes half-lidded in leftover pleasure.

"I can't believe I waited that long."

You turn your head toward him and he cradles your face with his clean hand.

Leaning forward, Silco presses a tender kiss to your forehead. When he pulls back, you grin up at him.

"What else have I been missing?"

A/N: There's certainly room for more to this! Plenty that reader hasn't done yet. Let me know if you'd be interested in more!

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