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“if you want to be my sugar baby, i’m sure we could work that out.” silas hummed, wetting his lips before moving in to kiss along kitty’s neck. “remember earlier, when you said you wanted this to turn into fucking at some point? just how long did you want us to wait on that, exactly?” he lifted his head so he could look at her, cupping her cheek and staring back into her eyes. “because i mean… i’m good to go whenever you are, if i hadn’t made that obvious.” 

kitty blew out a steady stream of air, gripping silas’ upper arm with one hand as he pressed in close to her. “just a little bit obvious,” she teased, pointedly dragging the fingertips of her free hand down his chest, over his abs, all the way down to the significant tent in his boxers. kitty kept her eyes on his as she lightly gripped silas’ bulge through the fabric, squeezing him gently on impulse. “jesus, you’re hard. a little surprised you didn’t tear right through this.” the teasing this time was a little undercut by the breathy quality of kitty’s voice, to say nothing of the way she was gnawing at the corner of her lip. “help me with my shirt?”

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“wanna bet?” silas smirked back at kitty, sliding down her body and kissing her legs as he pulled her panties completely off, tossing them to the floor. once at the end of the bed he stood, pushing his sweatpants off and stepping out of them, hoping to relieve some of the heat his body was feeling. “would you say i’m, oh, i don’t know…” he paused as he moved back onto the bed, settling in between kitty’s legs once again with a smug grin. “husband material?” 

“why, you have some money you wanna give me?” the reply was almost lost in kitty’s laughter, her eyes sparkling as she grinned up at silas. his shrugging out of his sweatpants drew kitty’s eyes down to his toned legs, and she bit down hard on her lip, wondering if this is how silas felt whenever their families split a villa for the summer and she spent august rotating through bikinis. “let’s maybe not get ahead of ourselves,” she told him, poking him none too gently in one cheek. “wipe that smug smile off your face, kingston.”

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“see, and now i’m never, ever calling you that again,” kitty shot back, her smile of the giddy, giggly variety she didn’t often use. the tension that had set her limbs to shaking was long gone now, evaporating in the face of silas’ tender movements and smug grin. “i’m... whew.” she could sense herself gushing, and knew she probably shouldn’t if she wanted to keep silas’ head a reasonable size, but fuck if he wasn’t good at that. “it’s... it feels really nice,” she conceded out of the corner of her mouth, smiling softly down at him. the hand in his hair was clenched so tight, it was beginning to cramp, so kitty released him, trailing her fingers lightly from silas’ scalp to his cheek. recalling his words from earlier, kitty stroked her thumb over his cheekbone, genially murmuring, “you take good care of me” so quietly, it could’ve been mistaken for just another heaving breath.

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“good.” silas took a short moment to appreciate the way kitty was looking at him before he moved his hands to her thighs, guiding her to spread them further and lift them to a bent position, so he could more easily slip in between. his nerves lasted for just another second, before they fully disappeared as he got lost in the space between her thighs, concentrating in a way that no other project he’d ever attempted to work on had ever seen. his tongue slipped inside her with ease while his thumb moved back to its new favorite location, working kitty’s clit as he slowly fucked her with his tongue, an unexpected, muffled moan slipping out of him before he could stop it. 

kitty could hear her heartbeat in her ears as silas dipped his head again. an aborted “oh” punched out of her with the motion of his tongue inside her, heels skidding against the sheets as her hips arched up to meet him. “holy shit.” kitty didn’t know whether to appreciate this new form of stress relief that had just been opened up to her, or lament the hours she could already see herself losing to silas’ mouth - or, at the very least, to her memories of it. her hips jerked again, sending kitty falling backwards onto the pillow. she could hear silas moaning, could feel the vibrations of his voice against her pussy, and her fingernails dug into the mattress in answer. “jesus christ, silas.”

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the hand kitty had in silas’ hair tightened over his curls, her teeth clamped so tight they were grinding. relax, he said, but that was much easier said than done. every nerve in kitty’s body was lit up like a christmas tree, the long lines of her muscles tense with anticipation. she felt like the strings of a violin, wound tight and ready to be plucked. she sighed when silas lowered his mouth to her panties, her heels digging into the sheets by his shoulders and the cradle of her hips falling open a little wider. when he tucked careful fingers into the waistband of her underwear, kitty sat up on her elbows, watching him through half-lidded eyes. she’d only meant to watch, to make sure he was being careful with her panties, but one look at his open expression and kitty couldn’t resist leaning down to steal a kiss. it was over as quickly as it had begun, kitty reclining back on her elbows, her muscles the tiniest bit unclenched. “yeah. um. it’s good so far.”

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“that’s not the-” kitty’s breath caught embarrassingly in her throat, her mouth clamping shut as her teeth bit into her bottom lip. her hand had begun combing through silas’ hair of its own volition, and she couldn’t find the strength (or desire) to stop it. kitty’s eyes fluttered down to meet his own when silas demanded so, and underneath the annoyance at having unwittingly followed an order, kitty could feel the burgeoning warmth in the pit of her stomach. her head clearing just slightly, kitty arched a artful eyebrow, channeling years of socialite training. “so? i’m watching you. now what?”

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kitty worked to keep her breaths slow and even as silas slid down her body, her eyes fixed on what she’d determined to be the least dangerous object in the room: the ceiling. all too soon (or not soon enough?), she felt the press of his lips under the hem of her t-shirt. remembering that it was actually his sent the icy tingles of a shiver down her spine, and kitty fought to keep as still as possible. she hadn’t planned the evening turning out this way, of course not. but if upon hearing the kingstons would also being attending tonight’s charity dinner, kitty had swapped one pair of underwear for a slightly lacier pair, well, that was between her and god. and she was pretty sure he wasn’t talking to silas at the moment. kitty swallowed, her throat tight, her thighs trembling, as she reached down blindly for silas’ familiar soft head of curls. “d-don’t rip them.” any authority in her voice was lost on the stutter, but at least she’d tried.

silas.

silas was a little disappointed when kitty didn’t seem to know the answer to the space sex thing, but he made a mental note to google that shit later, and instead focused on kissing her back. he was slightly concerned that maybe kitty knew something he didn’t, and she was trying to shut him up, but if that was the case… he didn’t exactly mind being shut up in this way. besides, based on his history in the bedroom, he could totally handle being probed, if it came down to kitty handing him over to the aliens. “you smell good.” the words he murmured when he pulled back for air gave him slight deja vu, but he couldn’t quite place them. “are you cool with me going down on you? i promise not to be a little bitch and chicken out this time.” 

silas pulled away, but kitty wasn’t letting him get away that easily. she leaned even further into him, ducking her head to press a line of kisses down the arch of his neck. her nose dragged along his shoulder, and for the first time, kitty wondered about the dark makeup she was wearing and its ability to transfer onto other materials. but then silas was talking again, and any thoughts that didn’t directly pertain to the visual of his head between her legs was swiftly abandoned. “yeah,” kitty panted, nodding vigorously as she reached up to smooth back the dampening curls on silas’ forehead. panting, and they’d hardly even done anything but eat chinese food and kiss. who even was she? “yeah, we can do that.”

silas.

silas pulled kitty in close as she slid into bed with him, a small smile coming to his lips as he whispered against hers. “and if i’m lucky, they’ll be right.” he tried to say it like a joke, but it came out much softer and more serious than he’d intended. his heart was pounding in his chest, suddenly nervous in a way he wasn’t used to, but this was kitty, and this was a very, very long awaited moment. at least for him, anyway. “you mean in my dreams? mm… it varies. usually it’s more straight to the action. but i guess that’s pretty unrealistic, considering how long it’s taken us to get to this point, you know? plus, sometimes we can like, fly, or we’re in space, but i’m not even sure that’d actually work out, since we’d be floating, you know? like… is that possible? space sex, do you think?” 

kitty opened her mouth to respond, but her mind was suddenly blank. and maybe that was better. maybe they shouldn’t talk, since it seemed that when kitty spoke, she put her foot in her mouth and when silas did, she couldn’t think of anything to say. increasingly tonight, it was as though silas would say something, and his eyes would be speaking a foreign language. kitty couldn’t decipher it, or she was terrified of what might happen if she tried. so she kissed him instead, just a light press of lips, hoping against hope that that could be enough. “i mean... i didn’t mean...” but kitty gave up, cupping her hands around silas’ jaw as she leaned in to kiss him again, firmer this time, sitting up in the bed to get a better grip.

silas.

silas simply shrugged, stuffing his face in an attempt to get the dinner part out of the way, and move on to the smooching kitty part. they ate in comfortable silence for awhile before the amount of cake he’d ingested earlier finally caught up with him, and he knew he had to stop, if he didn’t want to get a stomachache and be unable to perform. “i’m stuffed.” he stood, packing up his leftovers and stuffing them into the mini-fridge, before moving over to the bed and settling in under the covers, waiting for kitty. “you wanna come find out all my weird, made-up kinks, or what, wifey?” 

kitty knew better than to try and open up that mini-fridge again; she had no intentions of cleaning up whatever would come tumbling out, so she left the remains of her plate on silas’ desk. “you know,” she told him, tucking her ringlets back behind her ear as she gave silas an appraising gaze. “one day, you’re gonna call me that, and somebody’s gonna think you’re being serious.” she crossed to the bed, taking a small quiet breath to steady herself before pulling back the covers. this was the final frontier with silas, and she wasn’t so much nervous as she was... confused about not being nervous. this should feel weird, or abnormal, or like a dream she was going to wake up from any moment. kitty sat on the bed and dropped the covers, her bare leg bumping up against the soft fleece of silas’ sweatpants on the dorm mattress. “is this how you usually do this?” kitty leaned over to brace a palm against silas’ chest, so close their noses brushed. it was like she couldn’t stop bringing up his past conquests, and for the life of her, she had no idea why.

silas.

“i mean, i think it’s less so the song, and more so my intense sexual prowess, but…” silas winked, changing the music over to a playlist that still fit the mood, but was less ridiculous. “your only rule, huh? so… everything else is fair game? sounds like you and i are gonna have a lot of fun, wifey. knew you were marriage material.” he opened one of the takeout boxes and retrieved an egg roll, watching kitty as he bit into it, and swallowed before speaking again. “i have to say, though i’ve thoroughly enjoyed your friendship over the years, this whole thing of you talking about fucking me adds a little extra something special, and i think i’m really going to like this chapter in our journey.” 

“sounds like i’m about to discover you have a bunch of weird, made-up kinks, kingston,” kitty snorted, but she did sit up a little straighter at the marriage material comment. popping a forkful of shrimp fried rice into her mouth, kitty chewed slowly, rocking back and forth happily on her hip bones. “if that’s how you react to me talking about it, i really have some concerns about your ability to handle the reality of me. like, in practice.” she reached out to tap the tip of silas’ nose, though she got a little distracted on the way back and stroked her fingers over his cheekbone. “but i guess there’s only one way to find out.” kitty leaned to steal a quick kiss before turning back to her plate, already focused on mowing down another pork bun.

silas.

silas seated himself beside kitty on the floor, shrugging as he took the soda from her hand to give himself a sip, before handing it back over to her. “i know what i want to watch, but i think it’ll have to wait until after dinner.” instead, he picked up his phone from the end of the bed, tapped on the screen a few times, and smirked widely as the lights dimmed and mood music - specifically marvin gaye’s ‘let’s get it on’ - began playing from the speaker on his nightstand. “eat up, baby, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.” 

kitty blinked as the lights dimmed, looking around as if some culprit other than silas would appear, but it was the marvin gaye song that sent her into giggles. “you cannot be serious right now,” she laughed, pushing silas away by the shoulder. “does that actually work for you?” her smile was genuine, though, as she scooted back over into silas’ orbit and pinched his cheek lightly. “i know we said we wouldn’t talk about... this. or whatever it is we’re doing,” she began, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. “but i have to say that my only rule is...” her smile widened into a full-fledged grin. “i absolutely refuse to fuck you with that playing.”

silas.

the sight of kitty in his shirt was something that, realistically, shouldn’t be all that strange, but it definitely threw silas off a little when he stepped back into the room. it was hot. that was the only way he could put it. which, yeah, okay, maybe his vocabulary wasn’t the biggest, but… still. and it wasn’t just because of how nice her legs looked, either. he’d seen her in less clothing than this many times, at the beach or by the pool, but this felt… different. it was his shirt. it was domestic, and it was hot, and he knew he was just… absolutely fucked. “dinner’s here.” he held up the takeout bag, forcing himself to look back up from kitty’s legs to her face. “there’s some paper plates and utensils in the bag, take whatever you want, but leave me some crab rangoon, will ya?” 

after setting the bag on top of his desk, silas crossed the room, pulling out a pair of sweatpants from his dresser and laying them over the bed. he took his time in undressing out of his suit, dropping the clothing into his nearly overflowing hamper, before tugging on the sweatpants - pointedly not putting on a shirt. “if you’re thirsty, there’s some drinks in the mini-fridge. help yourself.” 

“you and the seafood, i swear,” kitty replied immediately, her tone teasing because that seemed like the safest territory at the moment. she’d felt a lot more confident in nothing by silas’ t-shirt and her underwear and her bare feet before he’d stepped back into the room, but there was no backing out now. kitty went for the bag, unpacking food containers and plastic cutlery on silas’ desk. she shifted packages around, arranging everything so the larger containers were at the back, with smaller sauces interspersed in between. satisfied, she turned to the mini-fridge, a pork bun hanging half out of her mouth where her teeth held it fast as she rummaged for a can of coke. “this was a really good idea,” kitty admitted, once she’d planted herself on the ground at the foot of the bed, plate of food balanced precariously on her crossed legs. “but if you tell anyone i said that, i’ll deny it, obviously.” 

kitty sipped delicately at her soda, her eyes tracing the outline of silas’ ass over the can. probably a bad idea, all told, but if he was going to open admire her body every chance she got, she was entitled to do the same. “those sweats are...” her sentence trailed off as kitty searched for the right word. “they’re nice. i should get a pair.” coward. fingers flexing on her fork, kitty patted the ground beside her with her free hand. “what are we watching, huh? no little sisters around to hog the remote.”

silas.

silas blinked when kitty stepped back, the dizzy haze in his mind that was everything kitty taking even longer than usual to disappear so he could think properly. …or at least properly for him. “hmm? oh. yeah, probably.” he stepped back from her, but not before sneaking one more quick kiss. “feel free to change while i’m gone, t-shirts are in the second drawer on the left.” he pointed to the drawer with his thumb, checking her out and smirking as he opened the door once again. “unless you want to be naked when i get back, but you should know that the food will definitely end up getting cold, if that’s the case.” with a wink, a click of his tongue, and a set of finger guns he slipped out of the room, whistling softly as he headed back down the stairs to grab their food. 

kitty rolled her eyes as silas went out the door, turning to look around the room with an appraising eye. she didn’t think she’d ever been alone in silas’ room at beaumont, but as much as she longed to indulge in some snooping, she wasn’t sure what to expect if she was caught. it could even spoil the evening, and kitty found herself unwilling to risk it. instead, she walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer silas had indicated. sifting through the t-shirts, though, nothing really caught her eye. standard-issue men’s t-shirts, of the best quality, of course, but nothing all that special, until she unearthed a gray t-shirt she actually recognized. kitty smoothed her hands over the fabric, immediately recalling the silas of freshman year, a rapier balanced so casually in his hand as to almost be called lazy, but nothing lazy in the muscles shifting in his back underneath this very fabric...

kitty pulled the t-shirt out, making quick work of her dress and tossing the shirt on instead. it wasn’t like it had his name on it or anything. as far as she knew, silas hadn’t even seen her that day in the gym, so putting this specific shirt on... it didn’t have to mean anything, she told herself, tossing her dress onto silas’ desk and forcing herself to only take deep inhales of the shirt’s scent on every other breath. it wasn’t a big deal, just a small thing that made her feel more at home because of course it did, silas had been around for years. kitty shook out her curls, watching silas’ bed out of the corner of her eye like it was a monster that might rise up and eat her if she didn’t keep it firmly in her sights. this didn’t have to be a thing so long as she didn’t make it into one.

silas.

“nothing. they only care about who i’ve fucked, and last time i checked, we’ve never done that.” silas gave her hand a squeeze, before dropping it to unlock his bedroom door and guide kitty inside. “who gives a shit?” he murmured, pushing the door shut, and pressing kitty up against it as he moved in, not letting another second go by without kissing her now that they had some privacy. her shoes fell out of his hand and to the floor in a soft clatter as he pulled her in against him, kissing her in a way that he knew he shouldn’t, because he was getting way too worked up for a guy that was going to have to head downstairs any minute to go grab their food. still, just because he knew something was a bad idea, didn’t mean he was going to stop. in fact, that pretty much always only tended to encourage him further. 

“wait, how often do you check on that?” kitty joked, but her snickers were quite literally cut short by silas’ lips, by the pressure of his chest pushing her back against the door. her eyes fluttered shut, letting out a heavy slow breath through her nose. it was still surprising to kitty how easy it was, how natural, to fall into this relatively new facet of their relationship. she pulled away slightly, running her nose along the sharp slant of silas’ cheekbone. in this position, it was easier for her to reach his waist than his lapels, and kitty took advantage of it, circling her arms just above his belt. “this is nice,” she told him, and meant it. not many of her hookups had involved hugging, but she supposed she shouldn’t have expected anything involving silas to go according to plan at this point. she was rocking back up on her toes for another kiss when a brassy bell rang out through the house. kitty sat back on her heels, eyes bright. “oooh, is that the food?”

kingsilas.

“have i ever not gotten them for you? i take care of my wifey, you know that.” silas moved into kitty’s space, bringing his hand to her waist under the guise of helping her balance, but in actuality just using it as an excuse to touch her. “no, probably not.” the mental image of kitty in his clothes was enough to make the smile on his face grow even bigger than it already was. “you’d probably be fine in just one of my shirts, if you don’t mind me getting distracted by your legs every ten seconds.” he took the shoes from kitty once they were off her feet, holding them in one hand, and grabbing her hand with his free one. “come on. let’s get back to my room before someone gets the wrong idea and thinks you actually like me.” 

kitty’s interlocking her fingers with silas’ when he grabbed for her hand was pure instinct. that was her story, if anyone asked, and she intended to stick to it. “oh, no. what have you been telling the other guys about me?” kitty asked on a dramatic sigh, following silas up the stairs to the second floor, her eyes on her shoes dangling from his other hand. “oh, and. uh. do you still have that, um...” she bit her lip as they reached the doorway of the bedroom silas shared, humming lightly under her breath instead of completing her sentence. “where’d your roomie get to, anyway?”

silas.

silas waited silently, and as patiently as he could, but it was easily the longest six minutes of his life. still, it didn’t stop him from grinning widely when kitty finally succeeded, if at nothing more than the smile on her face. “that’s my girl. i knew you could do it.” he gave her ass a light, playful swat, and smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows as he stepped backwards into the house. “come on, food’s gonna be here any minute, let’s get you out of those clothes.” 

the tap to her ass had kitty blinking, even enough to miss silas’ slip into a pet name he’d never used for her before. she straightened, rolling her eyes as she dropped the bobby pin back in her purse and followed silas into the sigma house. “please tell me you got extra of the bbq pork buns,” she begged, bracing a hand on the wall to balance as she undid the straps of her heels. her eyes slid up silas’ frame, arching an eyebrow. “there’s no way your sweats are actually gonna fit me, y’know.”