He couldn’t refuse her. Not when she looked at him like that.

He lay back against the pillows, and she sat up beside him, her hands trembling as she reached for his belt. He guided her through it, how to unbuckle, how to unbutton, and how to pull his jeans down just enough to free him. His cock stood hard and eager, and she stared at it with wide eyes.

"It’s big," she whispered.

He laughed softly. "You don’t have to take all of it. Just do what feels comfortable."

She wrapped her fingers around the base, hesitant at first. The warmth of her hand made him hiss through his teeth. She looked up at him.

"Like this?"

"Just like that. You can move your hand up and down."

She did, slowly, and experimentally. Her strokes were clumsy, unpracticed, but the genuine curiosity in her movements made it all the more arousing. She watched his face, learning what made him react, what made his breath stutter. Then she leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip.

His hips jerked. "Fuck!"

She did it again, this time letting her tongue trace the ridge. The taste of him was salty and male. It made her stomach flutter. She parted her lips and took the head into her mouth.

Silas’s hand found her hair and held it. "That’s it. Just like that."

She took him deeper, inch by inch, until her cheeks bulged. She didn’t have the technique yet, the rhythm, the finesse of someone more experienced. But what she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm. She wanted to make him feel good. That was all that mattered.

He let her set the pace, murmuring encouragement as she found her rhythm. Her hand worked the base of his shaft while her mouth focused on the head, her tongue swirling in patterns she invented on the spot.

"I’m close," he warned. "You don’t have to-"

But she didn’t pull away. She doubled her efforts, taking him deeper, her hand moving faster. He came with a groan, his release spilling onto her tongue. She swallowed, surprised but not disgusted. When she pulled back, her lips were slick, and her eyes were bright.

"Was that okay?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. "More than okay. You were perfect."

She curled into his side, her head resting on his chest. The moonlight painted silver stripes across their tangled bodies. She traced circles on his skin, her breathing slow and peaceful.

"I like you," she whispered.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I like you too."

They lay there, wrapped in each other, as the night grew deeper and the world outside faded into silence.

***

The first thing Silas registered was warmth.

It was not the gentle warmth of sunlight filtering through the blinds, nor the comfortable heat of being buried beneath blankets. This was something wet and intimate, something that pulled him from the depths of sleep with a slow, insistent tug at the base of his consciousness.

He blinked his eyes open, the world coming into focus through the haze of early morning. The ceiling. His ceiling. The familiar crack in the corner, the pale paint catching the soft grey light of dawn. He was in his room. In his bed.

Then he felt it again, that wet, sucking heat, and his entire body went rigid. He looked down.

Chloe’s brown hair was spread across his stomach like a silk river, her head moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm beneath the sheets. She was under there, her mouth wrapped around him, her tongue tracing lazy patterns against his skin. He could feel the soft puff of her breath against his pelvis, the gentle suction of her lips as she worked him from half-asleep to fully hard in a matter of seconds.

"Chloe?" His voice came out rough, wrecked by sleep and sudden arousal.

She didn’t stop. If anything, she sped up, her hand joining her mouth, stroking the base of his shaft as her lips focused on the head. A soft, muffled hum vibrated through him, and his hips bucked involuntarily.

"Fuck- morning-"

She pulled off just long enough to whisper, her voice sleepy but amused. "Good morning."

Then she took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Silas’s head fell back against the pillow, his hand instinctively finding her hair, threading through the long brown strands. She was still half-asleep herself; he could tell her movements had a lazy, dreamlike quality to them, unhurried and exploratory. Like she’d woken up and just decided she wanted him in her mouth.

He didn’t complain. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The sheets rustled as she shifted, her body warm against his thigh. She was still wearing his shirt from last night. It was one of his old T-shirts, too big for her, slipping off one shoulder. He could feel the brush of her nipples against his leg as she moved. The morning light grew a little brighter, painting the room in shades of pale gold and grey.

Her technique was still unpolished as she was still learning. She took him too deep sometimes and had to pull back, gagging softly. She lost rhythm when she got tired, her strokes becoming uneven. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that she wanted this. She had woken up and chosen to show him that in the most intimate way she knew how.

"Chloe." His voice was strained. "You don’t have to, if you’re tired-"

She pulled off again, her lips glossy, her eyes heavy-lidded. "I want to." She licked the tip, slow and deliberate, watching his face. "I’ve been thinking about it since last night. I woke up and couldn’t stop thinking about the way you tasted."

His breath caught. "That’s... that’s a hell of a way to wake up."

She smiled, shy but pleased, and ducked her head back down.

This time, she took him deeper, her hand working in rhythm with her mouth. Her tongue traced the vein along the underside of his shaft, a discovery she seemed proud of making. She experimented with different angles, different pressures, and different speeds. She learned the sounds he made when she did something right. She catalogued them, filed them away, and used them to guide her next move.

Silas let his hand rest on the back of her head, the warmth of her scalp, the silk of her hair, and the gentle weight of her presence. His chest felt full in a way that had nothing to do with arousal.

"You’re doing so well," he murmured. "Feels amazing."

She hummed in response, the vibration traveling through him like an electric current. His hips twitched. She placed a hand on his lower stomach, steadying him, and he realized she was taking control. Shy, nervous Chloe, who blushed when he held her hand too long, was now guiding him, setting the pace, and deciding when he could move and when he couldn’t.

The thought made him harder. She pulled off again, her hand still stroking him, and looked up at him through her lashes. "I want to try something."

"What?"

Instead of answering, she shifted, swinging one leg over his hips. She straddled him, still wearing his shirt, her bare thighs pressed against his sides. The shirt rode up, exposing the curve of her ass, the pale skin glowing in the morning light. She lowered herself, not onto him, and positioned herself so that his cock rested against her stomach, hot and heavy between them.

She leaned down and kissed him.

Her mouth was warm and tasted like him, and he kissed her back without hesitation, his hands finding her hips. She rocked against him slowly, grinding her wet center against his shaft, slick and hot through the thin fabric of her panties. A moan escaped her throat, swallowed by his mouth.

"Chloe," he breathed against her lips. "You’re going to make me come."

"That’s the point," She kissed him again, softer this time. "I want to taste you again. I want to swallow every drop."

She slid down his body, her lips trailing down his chest, his stomach, his navel. She settled between his thighs again, her brown hair spilling across his skin, and took him into her mouth without hesitation.

This time, she was faster and more purposeful. Her hand twisted at the base, her mouth worked the head, and her tongue traced patterns that made his vision blur. He could feel the pressure building, coiling low in his belly, and he tried to warn her.

"Chloe, I’m close~."

She doubled down and took him deeper than she had before, her throat opening to accommodate him, her nose pressing against his pelvis. She held there for a moment, her throat contracting around him, and then pulled back with a gasp before diving down again.

That was it.

His release hit him like a wave, hot and sudden, spilling into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing, her hand still stroking him through the aftershocks. When she finally pulled off, her lips were slick, and her eyes were bright, and she looked up at him with a satisfied smile.

"Good morning," she said again.

Silas laughed, breathless, and pulled her up to lie beside him. She curled into his side, her head on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tasting his own scent in her hair.

"Best wake-up call I’ve ever had."

She giggled, soft and sleepy. "Good. Because I’m planning to make it a habit."

He grinned, pulling the blanket over both of them as the morning light grew warmer. Outside, the academy was waking up. Students were starting to stir, footsteps echoing in the hallways. But inside this room, time felt suspended.

"I wouldn’t mind that at all," he said.