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The moment you and Kyle stepped into the theatre, you knew this night was already different. The lights were dim, the previews rolling, and not a single person in sight. The air carried that faint buttery smell of popcorn, but instead of the usual chatter of strangers finding their seats, it was just the two of you.
You raised your eyebrow, looking over at him. “You weren’t kidding when you said we’d have the place to ourselves.”
Kyle gave a smug little grin as he handed you your soda and balanced the giant tub of popcorn in his lap. “Told you. Worth every penny. No loud chewers, no people checking their phones, no crying babies. Just us.”
“Sounds a little like you just wanted a private date,” You teased, brushing your fingers along his arm before settling into the seat beside him.
The tips of his ears turned red, though his smirk didn’t falter. “So what if I did?”
You sipped your drink, leaning back with a knowing smile. “Then I’d say you planned it well.”
The trailers continued, flickering light across his face. You couldn’t help noticing how handsome Kyle looked now. He still had the same sharp green eyes and wild curls, but his jaw was stronger, his shoulders broader. Grown, but still with that familiar nervous energy that gave him away whenever he liked someone.
Halfway through the previews, his hand brushed yours on the shared armrest. He didn’t look at you, eyes fixed on the screen, but his fingertips tapped lightly against your knuckles. Waiting.
You slid your hand into his without hesitation, weaving your fingers through his.
That made him turn, finally, green eyes shining in the dark. He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for the past hour. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“Dangerous?” You arched a brow. “We’re literally just holding hands.”
Kyle leaned closer, voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that made your stomach flutter. “That’s how it starts.”
You didn’t have time to respond before his lips were on yours.
At first, the kiss was sweet, almost shy. His lips pressed softly against yours, lingering just long enough to send warmth flooding through you. But when you kissed him back, tugging gently at the collar of his jacket, something in him snapped. The hesitation vanished, replaced by a hunger that left you breathless.
He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his free hand sliding over your thigh. His touch was firm, claiming, and when his thumb grazed just beneath the hem of your skirt, you gasped against his mouth.
“Kyle…” You whispered, pulling back just enough to breathe.
His smirk widened. “Too much?”
“Not nearly enough.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. You shifted, climbing onto his lap, straddling him right there in the middle row. His breath caught as your hips pressed into his, his hands automatically gripping your waist.
“Holy shit…” he muttered, voice low and rough. “You’re going to kill me!”
You laughed softly against his lips. “Guess we’ll both die happy then!”
The kiss turned messy. Your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging just enough to make him groan. His hands roamed over you…your waist, your hips, sliding up your back. Every touch sent sparks through your body, heat pooling low in your stomach.
“Kyle…” Your voice broke into a whimper when his hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingertips brushing your bare skin.
He pulled back just long enough to look at you, his eyes dark with need. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
You cupped his face, kissing him hard. “Don’t stop!”
That was it. His restraint crumbled. He slid your shirt up, exposing your bra, and leaned down to press hot kisses along your collarbone. His mouth moved lower, lips ghosting over the swell of your breast before sucking gently at the sensitive skin. You arched into him, a soft moan escaping your lips that made his grip tighten on your hips.
The sound seemed to undo him. “Fuck, you sound so good,” he whispered against your skin, his voice wrecked.
You rocked your hips against him, and the hard length straining against his jeans left no question of how much he wanted you. He hissed sharply at the contact, head falling back against the seat.
“Do that again,” he groaned.
You obliged, grinding slowly against him, reveling in the way his jaw clenched, the way his breath grew ragged.
“Shit, babe…” His hands were everywhere now, palming your ass, guiding your hips, sliding up your thighs. He tugged your skirt higher, until there was barely anything left to hide you from him. His fingers brushed over the damp heat between your legs, making you gasp.
“You’re already wet for me?” His smirk was cocky now, but his voice shook with desire. “God, I love that!”
Before you could respond, he slid your panties aside and ran a finger slowly along your folds. You cried out softly, clutching at his shoulders as he teased you, circling your clit before slipping a finger inside.
Your hips jerked, a moan spilling from your lips. “Kyle…”
He kissed you again, swallowing your sounds as his finger pumped in and out, hitting just right. His thumb pressed against your clit, and your body shuddered in his lap.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses.
The movie on the screen was completely forgotten. All you could think about was him. The way his hands moved, the way his breath fanned against your ear, the way his cock pressed desperately against his jeans beneath you.
You tugged at his jacket, pulling it off of him. His shirt followed quickly, leaving his chest bare. Your hands roamed over the firm muscles, nails dragging lightly down his skin. His groan was guttural, his head dropping to your shoulder.
“Fuck, if you keep doing that-”
“Then what?” You teased, grinding down harder against him.
His answer was to unzip his jeans, freeing himself. Your eyes widened slightly, heat rushing to your cheeks, but excitement went through you stronger than nerves. He stroked himself once, twice, before lining up at your entrance.
“Are you sure?” His voice was ragged, desperate, but still gentle. “Because once I start…”
“Do it,” you breathed, holding his gaze. “I want you!”
That was all it took. He pushed inside slowly, stretching you around him. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, as the burn gave way to a rush of pleasure.
“Fuck!” Kyle groaned, his grip bruising on your hips. “You feel so good!”
You rolled your hips, taking him deeper, and he cursed again, burying his face against your neck. The steady rhythm built quickly, his thrusts meeting yours as the seat beneath you creaked in protest.
Every movement sent sparks through your body, the heat building higher, faster. His hands guided you, pulling you closer, deeper. His lips found yours again, kissing you hungrily between moans.
“I’m not going to last,” he admitted, voice breaking.
“Me neither,” you gasped, clinging to him as the pressure inside you grew unbearable.
His thumb found your clit again, rubbing in frantic circles as he thrust harder, faster. The knot in your stomach snapped, and you came undone with a cry, shuddering around him.
That was enough to send him over the edge. He groaned your name, burying himself deep as he cums inside you, his body trembling beneath yours.
For a long moment, you stayed there, catching your breath, the movie’s credits rolling unnoticed on the screen.
Finally, Kyle laughed weakly, resting his forehead against yours. “Well…guess we’re definitely not watching movies in public ever again.”
You smirked, still breathless. “Or maybe only in private theaters.”
His grin was lazy, satisfied, as he kissed you one more time. “Deal.”