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Three quiet raps at the bedroom door rouse Nero from his sleepy state, causing him to perk up with curiosity. He reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp, laying his cellphone on his chest.
"come in."
Kyrie skips across the threshold with a grin, both of her hands tucked behind her back. With her back facing the wall, she sidesteps closer to him, biting her lip to hide a playful grin. He adjusts himself, his back now pressed against the bed frame.
"what'cha got there?" he implores, craning his neck in an attempt to catch a peek of her secret. Kyrie is quick to shift out of his line of vision, keeping firm on her stance.
"a surprise!" she chirps, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
Nero cracks a smile.
"ah, did I forget about something today?" he continues, gesturing to the empty spot in front of him. She crawls onto the comforter, placing a mysterious box between them.
The package itself doesn't reveal anything — a plain brown box wrapped in a red ribbon, complete with a tag. He flips the paper over, his cheeks flushing with warmth as he reads the note.
To my love, with all of my heart
- Kyrie
Nero brings the gift into his lap, peeling away the ribbon. He experimentally gives the box a gentle shake, puzzled at the lack of noise coming from within. Kyrie perches beside him, eagerly looking between his face and the box. As he pulls the tissue paper aside and unravels the bubble wrap his heart begins to race.
Inside, rests another smaller box and a tangle of leather. He takes the garment in his hand, running his thumbs along the intricate straps. He purses his lips and quirks a brow in confusion, looking to Kyrie for a clue.
She only smiles, mirth in her eyes. She nudges the box closer, urging him to continue.
go on, he can practically hear her coo.
He holds the confusing mess of straps and belts in front of him. His eyes follow the edge, taking note of two circular cuts on the bottom. His mouth runs dry.
Kyrie hums, her cheeks turning rosy.
He timidly reaches for the other half of the gift, pulling the slender rectangle from its spot. Its surprisingly heavy —— the box velvety smooth in his hand with a special flap to open it.
He braces himself —— Kyrie had pranked him more times than he could count over the years, a sucker punch to his ego as he fell for it each time.
Slowly, he lifts the flap, expecting something to pop out at him in surprise. What he finds instead causes a pool of heat to flood between his legs.
A dildo —— and not the useless kind that they use at bachelorette parties. He turns it in his hand, catches glimpses of iridescent glitter laced within the hot pink exterior. He absentmindedly runs his thumb along a hyper-realistic vein etched into the velvety silicone.
"Do you like it?" Kyrie asks, tucking a curl behind her ear.
Nero swallows, stammering over his words.
"I, well uhm," he begins, his tongue heavy. "Its not what I expected."
Kyrie giggles, schooching closer to him and plucking the toy from his hand.
"I figured as much. I was starting to think I had run out of ways to surprise you." She rambles.
Nero swallows hard, a large knot lodging into his throat. Her intentions remain unclear, only stirring the butterflies in his stomach more.
He laughs awkwardly, wiping his sweaty palms on the sheets.
"yeah, ya got me good this time," he breathes, praying that she'll tuck away the gaudy device and shove it under the bed.
She flips it over, clicking a hidden button tucked under the flared base. It jolts to life, buzzing softly in her palm. Her smile only grows wider as she plays with the settings, testing the limits of the toy.
"Don't you think it's pretty?" She asks offhandedly, offering it to him once more. Nero's eyes flit between her and the vibrating cock in her hand.
"I mean, I guess so but," he draws in a breath. "Why? I already have…well…y'know."
A wave of embarrassment washes over him and he averts his gaze to the floor. Hes not usually the type to shrivel up at the topic, but with Kyrie, it was different somehow.
Kyrie turns it off with a sigh, leaning in to grab Nero's hands.
"Of course, I get it," She coos, running her thumb across his knuckles. "I promise it has nothing to do with you. Its just…I read something the other day and I was hoping you'd be willing to try it with me."
Nero chews on the inside of his cheek, his insecurity wavering ever so slightly. He wasn't an idiot —— he recalled her mentioning something about having an open mind to new sexual experiences.
She squeezes his hand and gives him a gentle smile. He turns sheepish, turning to putty under her gaze.
"you didn't offend me, Kyrie. Its just…different."
Kyrie nods, expectant of his answer.
"it is." she nods, cupping his cheek with one hand.
He leans into her touch, closing his eyes for just a moment. Wordlessly she presses her lips against his, devastatingly slow and gentle. When she pulls away he's met with a lingering stare, sun-dappled amber meeting deep blues.
She quickly rises from her spot, scooping up the harness and its accessory and tucking them under her arm. He watches dumbly as she crosses the room, his mind still stuck in the dreamlike trance from her kiss.
"Well then, Ill go put these somewhere safe and Ill be back up. Do you want anything? A soda or a snack?" Kyrie asks, her ears flushed bright pink.
"uhm," he pauses, lagging for a moment. "I don't think so?"
Kyrie smiles, using her foot to pull the door closed behind her. Despite the slight relief he feels, it does nothing to combat the tension lingering in the air. He thinks about her smile, how her energy had dwindled to nothing more than mere mellowness.
It cant be that bad, right?
Before he can change his mind, hes up and heading towards the door. He clears his throat loudly in attempt to catch her attention from down the hall.
"Kyrie!" he shouts. She slows to a halt, peeking behind her shoulder with eyebrows raised.
He hesitates for a moment, licking his lips.
"uhm…I was thinking, maybe we could try something out? I-if you wanted to." he stammers, tugging at the collar of his shirt as his heart stirs uncomfortably fast in his chest.
Kyrie mulls his offer over, followed by a devilish grin tugging at her lips. She sashays back towards him, stopping when they're chest to chest.
"I knew you'd come around," she teases, pinching his cheek. "ill be there in a minute, just wait for me."
She rises to her tip-toes and plants a quick peck to his cheek, bounding down the hall with impressive urgency. Nero chuckles softly, bringing a hand to his cheek.
What had he gotten himself into?
Its torturous just laying in bed, his mind running wild with all the ways the night could go. He shifts uncomfortably in his boxer shorts, staring dully at the bedside clock.
It didn't take long after meeting Kyrie to know she was adventurous, in every sense of the word. Constantly she was looking for new things to try, mostly hobbies but their sex came with its own discoveries. Nero had always been willing to oblige —— anything to make her happy.
But now, he cant seem to calm his nerves. Not as though he doesn't trust her, he knows she holds no malice in her heart. He has very little experience in receiving, much less giving up his entire will to someone. He'd gotten good at following the cues of her body, memorizing the spots that made her twist in pleasure. For a brief moment he wonders if hes weak because of his fear.
Before he can finish the thought, she slips through the door, the lock clicking as she closes it. His heart skips a beat.
Across the room Kyrie has switched her normal bedroom attire —— one of his shirts and underwear —— with yet another gift. The fabric is delicate, lace and chiffon, veiling the soft curves of her hips, breasts and thighs. The cups of the dress have embroidered floral patterns, with ruffles flowing outward from her sternum and leading to a thin layer cut just below her pubis.
As she approaches the bed he is hit with the scent of her, a mix of jasmine, vanilla and musk. he eyes the small bow nestled at her sternum, the waistband of her panties a thin string climbing her hips yet hardly covering anything. Nero curls his legs towards himself, desperate to hide his hard on.
She crawls to him, setting the familiar black box and lube to the side. He glances at the supplies wearily, the hot pink burning against his eyelids. She pulls a hair tie from the nightstand and pulls her ginger waves into a loose bun. He finds himself glancing between her body and her lips, ogling the plushness of her breasts illuminated in the warm light beside them.
"Hey," she whispers, resting her hands on his thighs. He easily melts under her touch, goosebumps forming as she caresses his leg.
"Hey" he returns, opening his lap as an invitation. She climbs on top, straddling him with ease. Their undergarments do little to hide the excitement, the heat already growing undeniably suffocating. She cups his jaw gently, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone.
"Thank you, Nero. For trusting me." she murmurs.
His hands find her hips and he pulls her closer with a low groan.
"Of course," he replies, reaching up to play with the ruffled strap of her lingerie.
She squirms in his lap, slapping away his hand playfully.
"None of that now, you'll get your chance." she instructs, her tone light and teasing.
Nero rolls his eyes.
"sheesh, might as well tie my hands behind my back while you're at it." he jests.
She smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Don't give me any ideas." she giggles, giving him a peck on the cheek.
They stare at each other for a moment as she pulls away, the energy between their bodies electrifying like an exposed circuit. He drags his hands higher, fingers digging into her thighs and crashing into her lips.
She groans at the contact, ginger lashes fluttering along rosy cheeks as she loses herself on his lips, already drunk of the taste of his tongue. Within minutes, gentle kisses have transformed into something darker, hungrier, laced with desire. He shudders as her hands travel down his neck, her fingertips light to the touch.
The world around him slows to a near halt, already reaching sensory overload from her undying affection. Her lips dragging down his cheek to the shell of his ear, the whining of his name rolling off her tongue, the feverish heat radiating off her —— its almost too much. He moans when she latches onto his throat, working a mark into his neck.
Her lips delve lower, brushing along his clavicle and his Adams apple. She gives an occasional nip at the tender skin, marking him as her own. At a particularly harsh kiss —— clashing teeth and tongues —— he bucks his hips into hers, connecting with the growing wetness from her cunt.
"fuck, Kyrie," He whimpers, his head lolling back in pleasure. Even this felt heavenly, every touch bringing him closer to release. She follows his cues, rocking back down into him at each thrust, coaxing out a slew of praises.
then, she stops.
His hips stutter as she pulls away, breathing heavily as she leans back, looking back with a smirk.
His labored breathing fills the room, his jaw hanging agape. His fingers twitch restlessly, desperate to reach out and pull her back in for more. He'd even be willing to beg for her touch, asking for more and more until they're nothing but a tangle of limbs and sweet-nothings murmured in the dark.
He takes a chance and attempts to rise, only to be stopped by a steady hand to his chest. He can only look up in bewilderment, his desire only getting stronger at the sight of her —— her hair now nearly undone from its style, baby hairs framing her flushed face.
"How about we get these off." she purrs, her hand drifting across the trail of hair leading into his waistband. He shudders, nodding enthusiastically.
With an unexpected roughness, Kyrie peels his shorts aside, humming seductively as his half-hard cock bounces up from its confines. His heart pounds violently, nearly ripping out of his ribs as she crawls back onto him, the heat of her cunt driving him mad with desire.
She leans in, her breath hot as she whispers into the shell of his ear.
"don't cum," she instructs, her tone so light the connotation of her words hardly registers. "Not until I say so."
Nero gasps as their lips smash together once more, his weeping cock trapped between his pelvis and her cunt. She sucks on his tongue, runs hers along his teeth, desperate for the taste. He can't even complain —— her touch heavenly yet sinful all the same.
Within minutes hes back to his peak, his breath stifling violently as he approaches the edge.
"yes" he moans repeatedly, exhaling shakily when she pulls away.
Hot tears prickle at his lashes, threatening to spill over as the warmth from her body recedes, leaving him gripping her thighs with labored breaths.
He makes a weak attempt at coaxing her back in, pleading silently with furrowed brows and parted lips. Once again he reaches for her, only to be met with a delicate finger to his lips.
"Shh, I promise it'll be worth it." she coos, her hand ghosting over to his nape. She then drags her nails across his scalp, shivering in delight at his compliance. He melts easily into her touch, panting as she traces the taut muscles of his throat and torso.
He gasps brokenly as she palms him, the pressure providing a temporary relief to the ache built up in his core. With one hand on his cock —— now flushed a pretty shade of pink —— and another on his jaw, she begins stroking him , slow and deliberate.
She keeps him subdued with her tongue, swallowing his broken moans greedily with every pump of her fist. His own hand wanders, crawling up her hips to her ribs, squeezing the tender flesh. He cant help but smile as she groans softly under his touch, finally unraveling herself.
He jolts as she switches the direction of her palm, gingerly circling the tip with the pad of her thumb. He holds onto her even tighter, tears prickling against his eyelids as she adds more and more pressure.
"Shit," He breathes."oh my-"
Kyrie hums, slowing her speed even more whilst alternating between teasing touches to near-painful squeezes.
"That's right, just relax" she coos into his ear.
He feels delirious, the friction and the promise of release driving him to the brink of insanity. He desperately ruts into her palm, losing himself in the soft,warm hole.
Just as his pleasure nears orgasm once again, she stops everything —— her kisses, her hand now coated in slick. His eyes fly open, choking on a disappointed sob.
"please" he pleads, groping her ass in an attempt to continue their rhythm.
She cocks her head, silently mulling over her next move. He stares deep into her eyes, pouting with irresistible puppy-dog eyes. She brings her hand now slick with his pre-cum and brushes her thumb along his swollen bottom lip. He shivers as the salty taste hits his tongue.
"I suppose you have been good for me," she thinks out loud. "such a good listener, always so pretty for me.
His mind goes fuzzy at the praise. He catches her eyes flit to the space beside them, locking onto the velveteen box. For a brief second, a glimpse of mischief glints in her eyes.
"I could make you look even prettier," She muses, reaching for the lube. He swallows hard, his heartbeat crawling into his throat as she pops the lid off with her thumb. "only if you'll let me, of course."
Nero hits a wall —— torn between uncertainty and curiosity. On one hand, the thought of letting go entirely seems impossible. But, he cant seem to ignore the intrigue, the desire to explore parts of himself currently untouched growing greater by the minute.
He nods slowly, squirming under her thighs.
"p-please."
Kyrie chuckles darkly, pressing a tender kiss to his bitten, sore lips.
"That's my Nero,"
She pours a slow, liberal layer of lube on her fingers, inspecting her work for a moment before coming closer. He sinks into the pillows at the headboard, opening himself wide for her to do as she pleases.
She latches gently onto his neck, breathing deeply into his skin as her hand travels lower and lower. He tenses as she prods tenderly around his entrance, massaging his perineum as though she had done this a million times before.
He arches his back, squirming in unexpected pleasure. The nagging anxiety fades deep into his unconscious, his eyes fluttering close in bliss.
"How does it feel?" Kyrie asks, so sweet it hurts.
He licks his lips, sucking in a breath.
"g-good," he whines. "really good."
She giggles, pressing a heated kiss to his pec.
"Do you want me to keep going?" She asks, hanging on every word. He can only nod feverishly, his hand weaving in the ginger waves fallen in front of her face.
With her fingers dripping with lube, she continues lower, hushing and soothing him with sweet nothings as she gingerly inserts a finger into him. He gasps, overtaken by a strange mix of slight discomfort and thrill.
She carefully works him open, going slow and gentle to ensure his comfort. Experimentally she curls her finger, pressing against his walls.
His grip tightens in her hair, his free hand clutching onto the pillows nearly suffocating him in their warmth.
"Kyrie, don't stop, don't stop" He stammers, caught up in his desperation.
She continues onward, slowly adding finger after finger until hes pliant. He shudders as she withdraws, an uncomfortable emptiness following in her stead. She climbs off and reaches for the strap set to the side.
He casts his gaze downward, watching through glassy eyes as as she strips off her panties and lifts her gown, revealing a soft patch of curls covering her throbbing cunt. The straps fit snugly around her hips, the milky flesh of her thighs and ass giving under their grasp.
His breaths come out dry and hard as she inserts the dildo into the designated slot, the hot pink silicone clashing harshly against her complexion. She nudges his hip with her hand, pushing it down in the direction of the mattress. Nero easily falls to his side, allowing her to guide him onto his stomach.
If he felt suffocated before, he nears the verge of blacking out now. Everything is so much, almost too much —— his pleasure, fingertips now tracing his spine, his heartbeat crawling up to his throat.
From behind he can hear the cap of the lube pop off once more, can practically see the sloppy mess Kyrie is making slathering their toy.
Without a word she leans into him, pulling a pillow forward and tucking it under his pelvis. With her breasts pressed against his shoulder blades, she reaches around to cup his jaw the best she can and pulls his face towards her.
"Don't hesitate to tell me if its too much," she assures softly. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
Nero nods into the pillows, saying a silent prayer as she drifts away, planting a trail of feverish kisses down his back.
He tenses when the tip grazes the entrance, stifling a breath and clutching onto the sheets. Little by little she bears down, sighing in relief as the silicone cock slides in without much resistance.
Nero grunts deeply into the sheets, a bead of precum dripping down the shaft.
Inch-by-inch Kyrie pushes herself inside, taking her time to bask in the noises escaping his throat. She bottoms out with a soft moan, both hands holding onto his hips for leverage. Despite his lack of vision, he can see her expression clear as day in his mind —— her cheeks flushed, nipples hard to the touch with her lips like rose petals hanging agape.
He gasps loudly and groans when she shifts. Kyrie freezes, patting gently on his outer thigh.
"Hey," she asks in a hushed voice. "are you feeling okay?"
The words hang on the tip of his tongue, a dizzying slew of praise and whines.
"I-" is all he can utter, before moaning deeply into the mattress. He nods then, panting in anticipation.
Kyrie smiles , experimentally pulling back and thrusting inside with devastation. Nero falls forward, his thighs already shaking. Again and again she ruts into him, filling him up in ways he never thought possible. He chokes helplessly on his moans, shivering as she caresses his body.
At some point, Kyrie slows and then the device has jumped to life, vibrating within him. He clutches the sheets as his body rises to an unimaginable temperature, as though molten lava were running through his veins.
He loses himself entirely, thrusting back into her as she pins him down to the mattress. She hits his prostate again and again, and he swears hes reached heaven. As he chases that familiar high he'd been denied, her warning rings through his head.
"Don't cum, not until I say so."
Her pace begins to slow gradually, her heavy breathing from behind an indicator of her wavering stamina. In an effort to maintain her hold, she drags a hand up his back, fisting a chunk of his hair.
He fucks himself desperately on her cock, an animalistic, almost demonic desire taking over. She uses the leverage to tilt his head back, his eyes glazed over in desire.
"cum for me sweetheart," she commands, sweet and dirty all the same. In a matter of seconds hes spilling all over the sheets and his stomach, cumming so hard he sees stars behind his eyelids.
She shuts off the vibration, her hands hovering possessively as he comes down from the high. Whilst still inside, she rests her chin on his shoulder, her body radiating a feverish heat onto him.
"you did so good, Nero." She praises, breathing into the shell of his ear. Nero nods breathlessly, hanging his head.
"looks like I should trust you more, huh?" he asks rhetorically, groaning softly as she shifts from behind.
"you should," she whispers, smiling against his lips when they meet.
They stay like this for a while —— the two of them conjoined, allowing their breathing to settle before she slips out of him with a squelch. He shudders at the sudden emptiness.
He rolls onto his back , immediately met with the crushing weight on her body on his once more. She lays her head on his chest, listening to the steady rise and fall of his lungs. His hands wander the expanse of her back, toying with the thin fabric of her top.
"Kyrie," He begins.
She perks up, eyes brimming with curiosity.
"What is it?"
He looks around the room awkwardly for a moment, settling on the wording of a lingering question.
"Where did you get this idea from?" he wondered.
Kyrie purses her lips for a second, adjusting herself so that they are eye-to-eye.
"Nico…" she murmurs
All Nero can do is chuckle —— of course it was her.
Nero clicks his tongue, flashing a shy smile.
"Sheesh, she's always giving you the craziest ideas." he teases.
Kyrie giggles.
"they're not that crazy! well, not all of them anyway." she counters.
Together they giggle, the afterglow embracing them like a warm blanket. She then pulls away, unclipping the strap-on and tossing it to the side. Gingerly she strips the top half of her baby-doll slip off and discards it as well, finally revealing the peachy skin underneath. Nero chuckles breathlessly as she climbs on top once again, both hands cupping his jaw.
"Can you handle another round?" she quips, teasing him with a slight roll of her hips.
Nero leans into her touch, kissing her palm.
"I thought you'd never ask."
With a delightful squeal, she is tackled onto her back, giggling as he places feathery kisses all over her face and chest.
By the time the morning sun crests over the horizon, the two of them are spent, unsure of what time or day it is —— and Nero wouldn't have it any other way.