βDo you remember the first time we had sex?βΒ [Crack/Smut]
It was nearing two in the morning, you simply couldn't sleep. Sylus knew that, of course, so he was up beside you. Lamp still on, book in hand, wire rim glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. βIs the sky blue, sweetie?β He didnβt bother looking away from his page, but the question certainly earned a quirk of his too pretty lips.Β
βNo, I mean likeβ¦ do you remember all the details?β You roll onto your side, dropping your phone and propping yourself on your closed fist. You werenβt even sure why your first time with Sylus had entered your mind, but now you simply couldnβt rest if you didnβt know the answer. This time, he dropped the book to his lap, head turning to peer down at you with one brow perfectly raised. βI mean, of course?βΒ
βLike?β You blink at him, waiting for some sort of example and Sylus canβt stop the bewildered laugh that rattled his chest. βLike? You want me to describe our first time from memory?β His book is completely forgotten now, you have his full undivided attention. βYeah, I wanna compare notes, see if we remember it the same way.βΒ
Your grin is wicked despite your eyes shining with innocence, he canβt help but feel as if heβs fallen into your trapβ¦ oh well. Too late now, right?
βYou came on to me first, after I carried you up to the bedroom. You pushed me down onto the couch and then straddled my lap. You initiated our first kiss.β You felt heat sink low, a vivid memory of Sylusβ flushed cheeks and surprised expression when his back had hit the couch flashing in your mind.Β
βI remember you waiting so patiently for me to initiate that kiss, even struggling to keep your hands from moving up to grab my ass.β You tease fondly, smiling a little wider when Sylus snickers at the thought. βYou know your comfort is always my priority, I wasnβt going to push my luck before I knew it was what you truly wanted.β
βBut you could see my desires, couldn't you?β A beat of silence as he observes you, smiling softly before speaking. βSeeing them isnβt the same as hearing them. I needed you to act upon them at the very least before I could allow myself to move.βΒ
βWhat a gentleman.β And you meant it, truly. Even as he laughed, you could tell he knew you were being genuinely honest with him at that moment. βI remember kissing you and never wanting to stop.β He carries on, arms folding over his broad expanse of chest as he watches you inhale. βI remember your tongue trying to jump down my throat.βΒ
βYou loved it.β You hadβ¦ you even moaned. βThatβs when you grabbed my ass, pulled me closer, but you wouldnβt let me grind on youβ¦β You pout at him, as if still upset. Like he hadnβt fucked you stupid in front of that god damn fireplace that night. βI would have cum in my pants then and there had I let you touch me.β Oh. That was news to you.Β
You pushed up on your hands and knees. βWhat?!β A genuine whispered shriek of shock, eyes wide and mouth agape as you blink at your lover of two years. The event youβre both recalling having happened a year and a half ago. βItβs the truth, kitten. I was excited.βΒ
It was gonna be longer but I really gotta get back to that Xavier smut I was working on... - Soul














