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A/n: here is day eight!!
Contains: smut, tryst being a gentle sweetheart, first time, unprotected sex
June Event
The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a tangible charge that made the fine hairs on their arms stand up. They had been dancing around this moment for weeks, a slow, deliberate waltz of lingering glances, fleeting touches, and conversations that always seemed to teeter on the edge of something more. Now, here in the quiet intimacy of his bedroom, there were no more distractions, no more excuses.
Tryst stood before them, a silhouette against the soft lamplight, his expression uncharacteristically serious. The playful smirk he usually wore was gone, replaced by a raw, open vulnerability that was both surprising and deeply touching. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against theirs, a silent question in his touch.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low, rough murmur that sent a shiver down their spine.
They answered by closing the small distance between them, their hands coming up to rest on his chest. They could feel the steady, rapid thrum of his heart beneath their palm. Instead of speaking, they leaned in and captured his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. It was a kiss that said everything words couldn't: trust, desire, and a profound sense of rightness.
He responded instantly, his arms wrapping around them and pulling them flush against his body. The kiss deepened, growing in intensity as weeks of pent-up longing finally found their release. His hands roamed their back, mapping the curve of their spine with a reverence that made their knees feel weak. He wasn't just touching them; he was memorizing them, learning the language of their body.
He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against theirs, his breathing ragged. "I've wanted this for so long," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "I've wanted you."
"Then have me," they whispered, their hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.
With a soft groan, he scooped them into his arms, carrying them the few steps to the bed and laying them down against the pillows as if they were something precious. He followed them down, settling his weight over them, his elbows bracketing their head. He looked down at them, his eyes dark with desire, but also with a tenderness that took their breath away.
He took his time, his movements slow and deliberate. He peeled away their clothes, his lips following the path of his hands, worshiping every inch of newly exposed skin with kisses and soft nips. He paid attention to every gasp, every shiver, learning what made them arch into his touch, what made their breath hitch. It was a slow, deliberate unraveling, a patient exploration that left them trembling and aching for more.
When they were both bare, he paused, his gaze sweeping over them. "You're perfect," he breathed, the words a reverent whisper.
He shifted, settling between their thighs, his hardness pressing against them, a promise of what was to come. He reached down, his fingers finding them, testing their readiness. They were more than ready, slick with desire, and they bucked their hips, a silent plea for more.
He lined himself up, his eyes locking with theirs. "Look at me," he commanded softly. "I want to see you."
He entered them in one slow, smooth thrust, filling them completely. They both gasped at the sensation, a perfect, overwhelming fullness that was both exhilarating and deeply intimate. He paused, giving them a moment to adjust, his forehead pressed against theirs again.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
They could only nod, their hands gripping his shoulders, their nails digging into his skin. "Move," they breathed. "Please, Tryst, move."
He began to move, his hips setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was deep and measured, designed to hit every sensitive spot, to draw out the pleasure until it was almost unbearable. It wasn't frantic or desperate; it was a deep, soulful connection, a physical manifestation of the emotional bond they had been building for weeks.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemakingâthe soft slap of skin against skin, their ragged breaths, and the quiet moans and words of encouragement they whispered to each other. He watched them the entire time, his eyes never leaving theirs, his expression a mixture of awe and raw, unadulterated pleasure.
He shifted his angle slightly, and a jolt of pure ecstasy shot through them. "There," they gasped. "Right there."
He obliged, hitting that spot again and again, his thrusts becoming a little faster, a little harder. The tension coiled deep within them, a tight knot of pleasure that was winding tighter and tighter with every movement. They could feel their release building, a wave that was poised to crash over them.
"Let go," he urged, his voice a low growl. "I've got you."
His words were their undoing. With a cry, they shattered, the wave of pleasure breaking over them in a powerful, all-consuming rush. Their body clenched around him, pulling him over the edge with them. He groaned their name, his hips stuttering as he found his own release, spilling into them with a final, deep thrust.
He collapsed against them, his weight a welcome, grounding presence. They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in a frantic, synchronized rhythm. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling them into his arms and tucking them against his chest.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to their forehead, his lips lingering against their skin. "Wow," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
They hummed in agreement, too spent to form words, their head pillowed on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. They lay in comfortable silence for a long time, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.
"Next time," he said after a while, his fingers tracing idle patterns on their back, "I want to try everything."
They laughed softly, the sound muffled against his chest. "Next time," they agreed, a smile on their lips. "We have all the time in the world."
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