A staggered groan echoed within the grassy, secluded area. One of his index fingers slipped in between his teeth, clenching down on it in an attempt to keep himself quiet. His head tilted back, as he rested his back against the rough bark of the oak tree he was perched up against. "S-Soul—" he spat out through his teeth and finger. His cheeks were a slight shade of red.

Plopped down in front of himself, was the brunette herself. Resting on her knees, she giggled as her small hands worked on stroking his cock. With slow caresses to his erection, Soul only smirked at his reaction. She loved seeing the usual cold, rude man that he always was, for once, show his relentless, pleasured state. He almost never blushed and it was cute in a way.

The thought of him telling her to stop has crossed his mind twice. Every time he'd try to stop her, she'd only use those skilled hands of hers and fondle him even more, leaving him with simply moaning out her name. The idea that they should stop, and go somewhere that at least was more, er, private, was also something that he planned on scolding her with.

Curse her and her fucking skilled hands. And his smart mouth.

"So, I don't take risks, eh?" Soul taunted in a very sweet voice, thumbing the tip of his throbbing member. "I'm not weak, you know."

"You fucking..." he slurred out, having the rest slip out into another helpless moan. His back arched in desire for a release, which she was skillfully prolonging with her soft strokes to his dick. The brunette was driving him insane. Dammit. Exhaling, Silver's hands landed onto the grass on the ground, fisting it. "Faster..." he whispered, biting his lower lip hard.

She gawked slightly at his submission. Shit, that was hot. Her strokes grew quicker along his lengthy cock. "C'mon, Silvy... You know that we won't make it home at this point, anyways... I'm almost done...~"

Those damn hands of hers were the death of him. With his pre-cum already spilling down the tip and staining her hands, she made it even more pleasurable for the redhead. He simply sat back against the tree, panting heavily with his eyes closed and head tilted back. Oh, fuck.

She was continuous, going as far as to take him by surprise and give him a fucking handjob to prove her damn point. Silver, quite frankly, did not think she would even try to make a move on him. Sure, they'd do this type of stuff back in a Pokémon Center, or that one time he fucked her during the Rocket take over in the Radio Tower. That was hot...

He felt her hands go fast on his twitching cock, and he tensed up greatly, growing bigger in her hands. "Soul—!" Silver hissed out as his release had literally snuck up on him.

Squeaking a bit, she quickly managed to hover her hands so that he wouldn't make a mess all over the place. His seed shot into her palms. When he finished, Silver sighed loudly and relaxed his rather tense body. He was in a state of bliss.

Soul chuckled cutely, wiping her hands onto the grass nearby, then wiping the residue on her shorts. She leaned in closer to the dazed redheaded boy, a wide grin plastered on her face. "Does that prove your statement wrong?" she chirped.

He fluttered his eyes open, and shot a glare to his girlfriend. "Soul, for fuck's sake, that wasn't necessary." He sat up, running a hand through his red locks quickly. "We're both dirty now. But that was great." His lips twitched up into his signature smirk, flashing it to her.

The wind blew crisply. Soul watched her boyfriend zip up again and he stood up with a stretch. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her hand, and yanked Soul up to her feet. "Hm, looks like I owe you some fun, now don't I."

She laughed, nodding. "I believe you do."

"It won't be all soft and sweet, you know I don't do that shit," he warned warily with a teasing voice.

Soul simply smirked as they walked through the woods. "It's a risk I'm willing to take, sweetheart."


A/N: SoulSilver quickie oho y'all are dirty.