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It had been a long day. You had gotten into a fight with Whitney during lunch and ended up getting sent to the head office. He had been trying to bully Kylar. You had made a good deal of tips at the café. Although, you did have to put up with handsy customers all night. To top it off, you were now mega late getting home from work. You hadn't planned to stay late but Sam had offered to pay you a good bit of money to stay late and help clean. It was now one in the morning and you were trying to make it home without attracting any more shit.
"Hey, sexy!" A man calls out behind you right as you slip through the gate to the back garden. You don't turn, instead hurrying inside. You hear him laughing as you close the door. Luckily, no one tries to follow you in.
You slip your shoes off and start to climb the stairs to your floor, trying to be as quiet as possible. You don't want to call any more attention to yourself.
You walk into your room, flick on the light, and freeze. There, on your bed, is Kylar. He's sitting on the edge of your bed with your sheets balled up in his hands and his face buried in them. Your window is open. You know, for a fact, you closed it before leaving.
He looks up. His eyes go wide and he drops your sheets.
"I-It's not w-what it looks like!" He explains, hurrying to stand up. His face is a bright red and you can't help but laugh at him.
You've known your boyfriend has been sneaking into your room for a while now. You'd seen him following you occasionally around town. You had even caught a hint of his scent on the nights you 'mysteriously' lost another set of underwear. It didn't bother you. In fact, you found it rather endearing.
Kylar’s face darkens at your laughter. There's a slight tremor in his hands and his eyes shine.
"N-no, r-really," his stutter is worse than normal, "I was j-just,"
You strip off your pants quickly, across the room before he can finish his sentence. He squeaks in surprise as you push him back down onto your bed.
"What I think this 'looks like,'" you say, straddling him "is that I have company," you start to unbutton his shirt, "and so far," you stroke his chest, "I've been a terrible host," you lean down and kiss him.
His hands rise to grip your hips and you can feel them tremble against you. You roll your hips down, grinding against his crotch. Kylar flinches against you and groans. You pull back, leaning back to look at him properly.
His face is flushed. You can see what once was tears in his eyes, remnants from when he thought you were laughing at him. He keeps glancing around the room as if someone might come out from hiding and call all of this a joke.
You sigh and lean down, kissing his neck. "You're so cute," you breathe into his neck, "do you know that?"
"D-don’t say that," he mumbles, hiding his face in your neck.
"Why?" you coo. You give his neck a quick nip and Kylar moans into your neck, rocking his hips up to meet yours. "It's true, you're beautiful," you slide your hands down, rubbing the skin above the waistband of his pants.
You start to push his pants down and he angles his hips to help you. You hear a thud as Kylar kicks off his shoes and his pants.
"So pretty," you sigh, taking his dick in your hand and giving it a light squeeze. Kylar covers his face with his hands. That doesn’t stop you from seeing him blush, his neck and chest pink.
You stroke his dick with one hand and push down your underwear with the other. Straddling Kylar, you rub him against your entrance, using what precum there was to help slick you up. You lean down to kiss his shoulders and chest.
You slide his cock into you slowly. You're not prepared to take something but the burn of him stretching you out is still delicious. When you're flush with his groin you groan, "You feel so good in me."
Kylar whimpers under you. You pull his hands from his face. His face is so red. It’s a wonder that there's enough blood in him to keep his dick up.
"Don't hide your face," you stroke his cheek, "I want to see it when you cum in me."
He groans, “You feel so good.” He grabs onto your hips but doesn't try to move you. You start to move on your own, slowly working yourself on and off his dick.
"So lovely," you say, laying kisses down his neck. "You have the perfect cock for riding."
You put your hands flat on his chest and use him for support as you gradually speed up.
"The perfect cock, really" you moan, "because you're perfect."
He bucks up into you.
You let out a low moan and run a hand through his hair.
He bucks up again, "F-fuck, please," he whines.
"Please what?" You ask and stop moving, just sitting on his dick, grinding down.
"Please, let me," he squeezes your hips, "let me."
He pushes up into you.
"You want control, love?" you ask.
He groans, closing his eyes and pushing his head back into the bed. "Y-yes."
You stop moving. Kylar's face is still red and you can help but giggle a little. "You're so lovely," you mutter and lean down to give his forehead a soft kiss. You move back, adjusting to give yourself better placement on the bed.
"Go ahead, darling."
Kylar wastes no time thrusting up into you. He's gripping your hips hard, sure to leave bruises.
" Fuck, Kylar," you sigh, grabbing onto his shoulders. You reach to start to work yourself, meeting his hand halfway. He grabs onto your hand, lacing your fingers together.
"Please," he groans, "let me get you off like this."
"Going to get me off with just your cock?"
He nods, giving your hand a squeeze.
"Going to make me feel good?"
"Y-yes."
You twist your hand into his hair, already close.
"I love you."
Kylar lets out a sob, squeezing your hip and rutting up into you desperately.
A particularly sharp thrust sends you over the edge and you cum, tightening around him. You surge forward, pressing a kiss to his throat.
"Love you," he mumbles as you kiss his neck, "l-love you, love you so much, love you more than anything." He cums, continuing to thrust up into you through his orgasm.
"Love you to death," you sigh as he slows his hips, pulling your hand to his mouth.
"Love you to death and back," he replies, pressing a kiss into your palm.
You sigh, running your hand through his hair. You sit up, looking down at Kylar. There's a soft look on his face as he watches you.
"You're an angel," he says, kissing your hand again.
You laugh as you lean back, working yourself off his dick, "An angel that needs to take a bath."
He sighs and tugs you back down to him, "No leave," he groans, "just cuddle."
"Kylar, there is literally cum dripping out of me."
"Good," he says, wrapping his arms around you, "then everyone will know you’re mine."
"Gross," you say but snuggle into his arms anyway.
You shift onto your side, letting Kylar curl up into the bed with you. He tugs on your shirt and you take it off. Kylar sighs in content and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck.
"Love you," he mumbles into your neck.
"Love you too," you say, carding a hand through his hair. "Goodnight, Kylar."
He presses a kiss into your neck, "Goodnight, love."