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Steven apologized as he wiggled the keys in the lock and you gave him an understanding smile.
To be honest he was so skittish whenever his home was mentioned, you didn't think he'd ever actually bring you here- you almost felt anxious now as he opened the apartment door and motioned for you to go in.
"Sorry the place is a bit of a mess." He said as he closed the door behind you and dropped his keys in a small bowl by the door.
"It's not that bad." You smiled, scanning the big loft. There weren't messes, instead there were papers and rolls of maps and stacks of books wherever you looked. Small trinkets and statues were scattered across the room and more shelves of books framed the walls. You loved reading. "You have a large collection of books."
"Hm? Oh, yeah there's quite a lot, isn't there." He chuckled awkwardly.
"You can never have enough books," You teased.
His tensed shoulders relaxed a litttle and he gave you another nod, his curly hair falling over his beautifully dark eyes. "Feel free to look around. It's not much but yeah. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Sure, thank you." You dropped your bag and shrugged your coat off, draping it over a chair to your left.
You inspected the fish tank first, fascinated with the little one finned fish inside, "Hello, little buddy." You said to the glass and watched the goldfish move to catch a stray flake of food.
It was rather cute, you thought. Though not neat, the place was homey and comfortable in a way that was just Steven. You ghosted your fingers over the papers on his desk, tracing the symbols he was studying there. Some of the graphite smudged onto your finger tips and you grinned, thinking of Steven working here late at night and covered in graphite marks.
"Do you drink milk? I just have normal milk - i mean not that other types aren't normal, i just m-meant..."
You didn't quite hear all that, coming to a pause at the edge of his bed, looking at it and the ring of sand carefully arranged around it. Your eyes catches something else though and when Steven pokes his head around a shelf he realizes why you've just gone silent.
"That's - that's not. It's for me." He blurts out.
"Steven," You let out a soft and playful gasp, looking at him over your shoulder.
He shakes his head and babbles but you can't make out the words he's stumbling over. "Will you show me?" You ask softly.
Surprisingly he hears you over his own nervous stuttering and he closes his mouth, swallowing quite audibly.
"It's okay if you don't want to." You assure him, running your fingers along the rope until it dropped back against the wooden support beam. You two were probably not at that level yet. You hadn't even gone on that many dates and you wouldn't say you knew him long- asking this was -
"I c-can show you."
The hairs on your neck stand up and a shiver runs down your spine when he suddenly appears from behind you, your shoulders brushing as he shimmies passed.
When he takes it, you can see the way his hands shake. He sits down on the bed and you follow, scooting in close to watch him take off his shoes. His fingers still tremble around the fastenings when he situates it around his ankle and you lean foward to put a hand on his forearm, your thigh brushing his.
"Steven, it's okay. Really." You try to assure him, "I was only curious but it was rather foolish to ask such a thing." You flush, his big brown eyes looking up at you through his lashes. What a lovely look.
"It's alright, I don't mind. I'm just nervous - no one's e-ever-" His cheeks tint red and he looks down, hiding beneath his beautiful curls.
Your eyes follow the line of his arms to his hands securing the restraint and giving it a testing tug. "Just checking it." He makes a small humorous sound, looking up quickly and then back down.
"It doesn't hurt you, does it?"
"No. It's quite comfortable actually." He looks up again and you smile when your eyes meet.
He returns it before breaking the eye contact again to look at the bed. There's hesitation when he turns and he looks back at you like he has to convince himself you're still there. You bump a knee against his, the heat seeping from him in just such a small touch. It was quite alarming how hot he was really. He didn't look sick though and he seemed to take that little nudge you gave him and continued. He used his hands to pull himself back onto the bed, pulling at the sheets until he was backed up far enough to reach the pillows.
Again your eyes met. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, absolutely slamming against your ribcage as he laid down, smoothed his hands over his pants in an effort to wipe them and titled his head ever so slightly to the side before he lift one hand to offer it to you. You wanted to grab him and kiss him.
You kicked off your shoes instead and moved onto your knees, reaching to take his hand and slowly shuffle up the bed. You could've just went to lay beside him. You should've. But the way he looked at you made you lose your mind and you threw a leg over his until you were straddling him; hovering on your knees just above his hips. His fingers slipped in between yours, lacing them together and that seemed to calm him down even more. Steven's hands weren't shaking anymore.
You cast a look over your shoulder, "So you can't run away from me now?"
It was meant to be teasing but Steven pulled his knee up and shook his leg until the restraint pulled tight and the wooden support beam creaked. "I wouldn't dream of it," He answered quite seriously.
You blinked down at him, stunned in a way but so very pleased. His face was flushed and his eyes almost lidded, staring at you with enough intensity to make your legs feel like jello. He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in this world- he's always looked at you like that and there was a time you were unsettled by it but now it made your insides burn.
You smiled, letting go of his hand to put both of yours next to his head for support. When you leaned down, he lift his chin up, keeping his eyes on yours. It was thrilling; he almost never kept eye contact like this. You moved closer until your noses brushed and his lips parted. "Good." You murmured, pulling back just an inch and his mouth followed instantly, like there was a tether between your lips. Could he be even more inviting? He was going to make you swoon.
"Do you want something?" You heard yourself ask. It didn't sound like your voice - it was too raw, too soft- too wanting.
"You." He almost whined.
The control in you snapped, your fingers curling into the bedding, "Oh, Steven."
You kissed him. It was meant to be gentle and soft- you had many small pecks before this, mostly on the cheek but never a real kiss kiss. He sighed against you, his hands leaving the fabric of his pants to hold your hips. His chin titled further back and his head lift from the pillow to press closer to you, lips parting to let a needy cry into your mouth. Your vision flashed red, your tongue flicking between his lips as you let him pull your body down until you sat flush against his hips. Another sound spilled between your lips and you didn't know if it came from him or you.
You could feel the need from him, his fingers holding you desperately; their grip ranging between tight and loose like he wanted to keep you there but he was afraid of hurting you. He kissed you just like that too, not sure of himself but trying to get closer even though there was no more space between your mouths. Your arms were starting to tremble as you kissed him harder and he took all of it like the good boy he was, opening his mouth more so your tongue could explore it and rub against his. He kissed like a starved man.
"Hold me, Steven." You breathed out quickly when his hands fumbled again.
He whined at the command, fingers digging into your flesh. Your hips stuttered and you let out a breath. Steven made a choked sound against your lips, his hands holding you down as his hips chased up to feel you more. Fuck. This turned quicker than you would've guessed. Your eyes fluttered and your elbows bent before they completey buckled. He caught you, rolling you to the side with him. One of his hands held your head as his mouth searched for yours and the other fell to your thigh, "Is, is this o-okay?"
You threw your leg over his hips, "Yes. Yes, gods, Steven. Touch me."
You took his mouth again to stop the embarrassing sounds in your throat as he used your thigh for leverage to grind against you again. With your leg hiked over him like that he was exactly where you wanted him to be. The sounds he made was driving you mad; whines and keens spilled from his mouth and vibrated in his chest as he bucked into you. He felt thick and hot between your legs, so hard and right that you just wanted to keep him there. You grabbed onto his hair with the hand not crushed between your chests, threading the fingers between his curls to grip them tight and pull his face close enough to make your noses squish uncomfortably. It made breathing hard but he didn't mind, lips not breaking away from yours.
His fingers burnt a trail up your thigh where they moved over your hiked up skirt and up your hip to push under your shirt. His fingers were shaking again as they touched your skin but this time it was a good thing. He wanted you so badly - needed you- he needed to feel you more so he knew this was real. You gasped when his hand cupped your breast over the bra. He squeezed at it, careful and awkward. It was so endearing. You pulled away from his mouth and used the hand in his hair to guide his lips down your neck and to your chest. He was so obedient, eagerly following your instruction until his face was pressed into your chest and his tongue licked at the exposed skin where your shirt pulled open.
He fumbled with your bra but couldn't do much in this position so he yanked the bra cup down enough to get to your naked breast. He moaned into your skin, the vibration making your nipples harder than they already were and you arched up into him. He licked at your nipple, sloppy and needy and perfect. His hand moved back down your stomach and over the fabric bunched at your waist. You felt his fingers tremble against the elastic of your underwear. "Can I really have this?" He asked with a hoarse voice. Can I really have you?
"Steven, I want you." You insisted, bucking up against his hand.
"Oh, gods." He drawled again your chest, shuddering as his fingers felt you through your underwear. "You're so wet."
Another time you might've felt embarrassed. You nodded, "For you, darling."
He moaned, hips chasing friction from the air as his fingers rubbed at you.
"Take it off, Steven." You instructed and this time the hesitation was so quick you barely registered it. He pulled your panties down and you moved your legs until they caught around your ankles and you could kick them off. He didn't waste time, kissing you the same moment his hand returned between your legs.
"Show me what to do. I want to make you f-feel good." He begged.
You tried to focus, feeling his thick fingers rub through your soaked folds. You took his hand, showing him where you wanted him. "And here."
He nodded, mouth chasing yours as his palm pressed against your clit and he pushed a finger into you. "Ngh!" You couldn't help but grind back on them, chasing the high that was so close. He kept his arm tensed, kept his hand there for you until you couldn't breathe anymore.
"Steven." You panted, "Steven, let me ride you."
He let out a high pitched noise, the sound so pitiful and needy it made you want to clench your thighs together to stop the aching intensifying between them.
"Gods, yes. Please, please-" He rolled onto his back and you pulled yourself up to unbutton the god awful shirt he wore while his fingers worked on his belt and pants.
You ripped it open with a frustrated huff of air and he moaned, pushing his pants down, "P-Please." He sprung free, his erection thick and leaking where it curved up against his stomach. You blinked, your mouth going dry at the sight of him like this. Caramel skin flushed and pulled tight over muscles you didn't know he had - chest heaving and eyes wide and begging. Gods, he was pretty.
"I need you. I need-"
"I know, darling. You're such a good boy, I'll give you everything you want."
His restraint clinked loudly where it pulled tight and he groaned. You laughed, helping him shuffle closer before swinging yourself up onto him.
"You're so stunning. I don't deserve you-"
"Shhh, darling." You planted your hands on his chest and he immediately held your elbows, helping you as you moved to take him. He turned his head to kiss one of your trembling forearms and you moaned at the notion.
"You're so pretty." You said.
His big eyes shot open to look at you. So wild and afraid and infatuated, absolutely whipped. "I don't d-deserve-"
"Steven, you wanted to please me, didn't you?" You coo gently and he nods so hard you're scared he shook his own brains.
You slid down onto him, taking all of him with a gulp of air burning your throat.
"Then fuck me. Make those lovely noises for me."
And he did, over and over and over again.
Steven threw his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, his lip caught between his teeth to stop the mewls spilling from his lips. His hands tighten around your biceps and his body pulls taught like a bow string about the snap. Then the air rushes from his lungs and his hips jerk up against you. You can't even think straight like this. He's really such a heavenly sight.
You grab his chin with one hand, forcing him to look at you and he whines beautifully. "Look at me, Steven."
You try anything to ground yourself in this moment.
He tries desperately to keep your smoldering gaze as you start to move your hips. His hands shakily finds them, his thumbs pressing into the bone beneath your skin. You can hear the ankle fastening clink from the way his legs jerked uncontrollably every few seconds, his feet pressing into the matress to push himself up into you. He's filling you out, stretching you just right - perfect. You expected anything but this from lovely, quiet Steven but gods it drives you crazy with need. Your mouth falls open and you can't help but moan, moving your hips frantically to meet his desperate thrusts. It was uncoordinated and messy but so good. He was throbbing.
"Steven, I can't -"
He couldn't speak, brows pulled into a hot frown and eyes glazed over and rolling beneath his lids. He kept saying your name like a plea, fingers pressing bruises into your thighs and his head nodding frantically as he fucked up into you.
"Oh. R-Right there." You gasp and Steven's body juts up, his dick hitting a spot that sends white heat shooting through you and your back snaps, your entire body caving forward into him.
Your walls clamp down on him and he screams, sitting up and grabbing you as he pushed even deeper with another brutal thrust. You saw stars, panting into the wet skin of his neck, your fingers numb against his chest where you clawed at him. Your vision swam, your body like jelly. You slurred something and Steven pulled you closer, falling back with you still clutched to his body. You could faintly feel the wet aftermath of your climaxes run grossly down your thighs and onto his but he didn't seem to care and you couldn't focus enough to care either.
"B-Bloody hell." Steven cursed into your hair, "Sorry, I got carried away-" He pressed small kisses into your hair, "I've never- gods, you're amazing."
You wondered what he meant by that; he never what?
But your eyes were heavy and closed on their own, your body satisfied and and your heart content in the warm circle of his arms.
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