Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
May and Blaziken didn't have the opportunity to return to the coordinator lounge and were instead escorted to the building's conference hall. It was a last-minute press event arranged at 5 PM—when the contest ended—that the Pokémon Contest Association strongly urged May to entertain. Considering it was paying for the young lady's hotel rooms, who was she to say no?
Joining her at the panel was Ethan. As Pokémon League Champion, his presence rallied support for both contest and gym circuits. He and May shared a knowing smile as journalists closed in. They were somewhat accustomed to the curious press and knew what to do: smile, keep calm, and answer just enough to please but not enough to tease.
Watching the scene unfold from the back of the room was Silver. The shadows kept him sufficiently hidden in the dark while the lights and eyes focused on the stage. The redhead had to evade fans before settling into position. The increasing attention was concerning and not something he could avoid. As Ethan had unceremoniously reminded him, his girlfriend was a celebrity. Any attention she got shone a light on him as well. He was May's new beau, and May was now every coordinators' top predator.
"Were you on hiatus for three months to develop this new battling style?" a reporter inquired May.
"Oh, I can't take all the credit," May began sheepishly, "I've gotten a lot of help from...my fellow coordinators. I've made many kind and talented friends during my journey, many of whom have been coordinating longer than I have and have a lot of wisdom to share. I'm grateful to every single one of them and wouldn't have made it this far without their support."
"Do these coordinators involve Solidad from Pewter City and Drew from LaRousse City?"
"Yes, and other coordinators too."
May bit her lip. She wanted to say more but didn't, as she had vowed.
"Did your boyfriend help you with your battling style, too?" another reporter chimed.
"Silver and I haven't been dating for that long, but he has given me some advice. Though not a lot since, you know, we just met," May twisted the table cloth out of the public's view. "But he has given me a lot of support since we started dating, and I appreciate that."
"Mr. Ethan, we're aware that Silver was a rival of yours during your gym circuit," a journalist addressed the champion. "Is your appearance here in today's contest a gesture of goodwill to support your rival's partner?"
"I showed up tonight because I've liked contests way before I found out Silver was dating May," Ethan supplied. "Silver's a great trainer, and so is May, but I'm not here to support just them. I'm here to support all pokémon coordinators in our region. Contests are still new to us and aren't getting as much attention as they should. So, I hope after tonight, people would watch both them and the gym battles. We're all trainers who love pokémon, so we should support one another."
Silver's eyebrows furrowed.
"Ms. May, coordinators around the world are commenting differently about your team's performance today," a journalist interjected. "Some are praising your growth as a coordinator, but others are crediting today's win to some form of beginner's luck. What do you have to say about these opinions?"
"I say that I respect every single one of their opinions, whether I agree with them or not," May replied. "My pokémon and I work hard to put on a great show for everyone watching and have fun while doing so. If anyone wants to test our strength, we'll gladly take them on, on stage."
The conference extended to an hour, promptly ending at 6 PM. Silver made sure to leave the hall before anyone could see him and avoided anyone with cameras until he made it to the coordinator lounge. May was the only one there this time, eliciting a sigh of relief as he approached her.
"Silver!" May squealed. She quickly leaped into his arms and pulled him into a deep kiss. When her feet reached the floor, she rested her chin on his chest and said, "I'm glad you're here. Are you proud of me?"
"I am," Silver cleared his throat. He wanted to hide his blush, but May was too close. What was wrong with her? And what was wrong with him? "Are you proud of yourself and Blaziken?"
"Yeah!" May nodded. She grasped his hand with both of hers and leaned her cheek on it. "Thank you so much for helping me. I really wanted to tell the world you did, but I didn't—like you said."
"Good..."
"Why don't you want me to tell anyone?"
"I told you: it's better this way," Silver grumbled. "I'm not like you, May. I don't like attention."
"Should've thought of that before dating me," May teased.
"I said I didn't like it. I didn't say I was scared of it."
"Sure."
Silver bit her nose, making May squeak and leap back.
"C'mon," Silver sighed, his face heating up. "Ethan wants us to meet him in less than an hour. I want to get back in the hotel room and breathe before I have to put up with him again."
"The dinner—that's right!" May gasped. "Where are we eating?"
"Some restaurant in our hotel."
"Is he also staying there?"
"No, but he made reservations anyway."
"Oh," May finished recovering her items and exited the contest hall with him, hand in hand. After inhaling the crisp air outside, she asked, "Are you and Ethan really not friends?"
"No," Silver scanned the avenue. The sun had sunk below the skyline, and the moon was behind the clouds. Their only light sources were the street lamps, which weren't enough to banish the shadows around them. He tightened his hold on May. "He and I battle sometimes, and that's it. I don't want to do more than that, and I don't care if he does."
"Why?"
"I just don't."
"Okay..."
The redhead gave her a glance. May was staring at the path ahead of them, sad, but why? He opened his mouth to ask, but then he caught himself. He didn't care. He wasn't supposed to care. May won the contest and brought him closer to national television—that was what mattered. Her feelings didn't matter—she didn't matter. He didn't care about her. He didn't care.
He didn't care.
~. ~
The restaurant Ethan chose was opulent enough. There were more chandeliers than needed to illuminate a dining area. There was even a pianist at the center of the place playing music everyone could hear from the hotel lobby.
Silver clutched May's hand and followed the host inside of the restaurant. They were led to the deepest part of the establishment, which was in a private room dominated by a large round table. At that table was the champion himself. Ethan was hard to recognize without his black and yellow cap, but he did look presentable in a black suit. Seeing him in it revealed why so many people admired the gray-eyed man. Ethan wasn't just a spoiled rich boy with connections and resources. He possessed a level of maturity beyond his years and a level of empathy that extended to even pokémon of all types. It was how he led his team to victory in every situation. It was why he was the champion.
"Silver! May!" Ethan stood from his seat in greeting. "You're finally here!"
"Did we take that long?" May tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought we were supposed to be here at seven."
"Yeah, and I guess it's 7:02, but time slows down when you're hungry!" Ethan returned to his chair. "Ready to order? Pick anything you want! It's my treat tonight."
"Are you sure?" May skimmed through the menu as she and Silver too claimed their seats. "This looks a little pricey."
"I didn't invite you guys here and wore a suit for nothing," Ethan brushed off. "You won the contest and started dating Silver, and I finally get to hang out with my favorite rival. There's a lot to celebrate tonight! Let me thank you by taking the bill. You're more than welcome to take the next one."
"Deal," May giggled. After deciding which entree was the most appealing, she turned to her red-haired partner and entwined their hands. "So, this is the first time you and Ethan are hanging out, huh?"
"Yeah, Silver isn't a social butterfly, as you can see," Ethan nodded to Silver, who was proving his point by sitting quietly. "When I first met him, he shoved me so hard, I almost fell to the ground!"
"That's because you were being a nosy little brat," Silver grunted. "Something that still applies today."
"You were going to rob a lab!" Ethan reminded.
"Not everyone's parents can pre-order your starter pokémon, so you can just come in and pick it up," Silver growled. He was angrier now, sitting at the edge of his seat and tightening his grip on May's hand. "Now, shut the hell up about my past, or I'll shut you up myself."
"Silver!" May scolded.
Ethan watched Silver turn away from his lover, hiding the rage and panic evident on his features. A flash of understanding crossed Ethan's before the champion sighed and shook his head.
"It's my fault too. I shouldn't have brought it up," he conceded. "Let's talk about you instead, May! I know we just came out of a forum, but I'd like to know your real answers to those questions. And don't worry about the secrets. Silver knows I'm good at keeping them."
Silver shot him a glare but said nothing. He remembered that forum his rival mentioned. The redhead had made a plan with May to keep attention away from him; he had done no such thing with Ethan. Turned out he didn't need to. Maybe Ethan did understand him. Enough to keep his mouth shut, at least.
After a delicious and almost pleasant dinner, the trio exited the restaurant. May and Ethan snapped photos with a few fans before reconvening once more with Silver at the elevators. The couple was about to return to their room when Ethan suddenly invited Silver to walk with him. The redhead was about to decline as usual, but for reasons unknown to himself, he didn't.
"I'll walk May back to our room first," Silver said.
"I'll be fine!" May pushed him toward the champion. "Have fun with Ethan! I'll be in our room."
Silver's frown softened at that last statement. As did his gaze as he watched her enter an elevator.
"Thanks again for dinner, Ethan!" May waved.
"You're welcome!" Ethan waved back. "Goodnight!"
Ethan turned to Silver, who had yet to avert his gaze from his blue-eyed partner. May blew the redhead a playful kiss before the doors closed, which Silver reacted with a faint smile anyone would miss without close inspection. But Ethan would catch it from the other side of the world. He was looking at a string of sunlight breaking through a blanket of clouds.
"Ready?" the champion asked.
Silver sighed through his nose and acknowledged him. "Yeah."
The air had cooled to a steady temperature when the men exited the hotel. There was no wind tonight, which made the silence between them even more awkward. But Silver began to prefer it as they ambled farther from his temporary residence.
Then Ethan started speaking.
"I'm glad you met May," he shared. "You're still kinda uptight but also a little happier."
Silver snorted. "Because of a girl—yeah, right."
"What's wrong with her being a girl?"
"She's not my parents."
"She doesn't have to be your parents to make you happy, Silver," Ethan commented. "See yourself when you're with her! It's like you're glowing from the inside."
When Silver said nothing, Ethan shortened his steps to study his rival's expression. The twenty-eight-year-old had reclaimed his pensive facade. The only clue he gave away was concern.
"You do realize that what I'm saying is a good thing, right?" Ethan asserted. "The fact that May is making you happy should make you happy. I don't know why you're not jumping in joy right now."
"I'm more of the frolicking type," Silver refuted.
"Then frolic!"
"I'm being facetious."
"What does 'facetious' mean?"
"It means I'm done with this conversation," Silver concluded. "I'm tired of you talking to me like you know me better than I know myself."
"If I'm coming off that way, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that," Ethan mended. "I'm just talking about feelings, Silver. If what I'm saying is wrong, then correct me! Don't shut me out. Are you better at talking about this with May?"
When Silver said nothing again, he confirmed what Ethan surmised from their dinner.
"So, May doesn't know about your feelings. Bet she doesn't know about your parents or anything from your past except for the lab incident either," Ethan concluded. "That's why you got mad at me at dinner tonight. You want to hide it from her."
Silence.
"Don't give me the silent treatment, Silver! Just tell me if I'm right or wrong."
"You're right! There, happy?" Silver demanded. He stopped walking altogether, so Ethan did as well. "You're right; I do want to hide not just my past but who I am as a person from her. If she does like me, it's only because she doesn't know better. But if that changes, then so does what we have between us. I lose her forever, and everything I've worked for would be wasted!"
"Wait, what are you talking about, Silver?" Ethan asked. "What have you been working for?"
Silver cursed and shook his head. "I told you too much," he pivoted away. "It was a mistake to come here with you."
"Silver, no, it's not!" Ethan blocked his path. "I'm your friend; I always have been! Even if you try to convince me otherwise, you know you wouldn't be here if you didn't believe that, even a little bit. So as your friend, will you listen to me? You can leave right after if you want, but just listen to this."
Silver fisted his hands in his pockets, waiting.
"I know it's scary to open up to other people, but sometimes, it's the only way to keep them around," Ethan told him. "If you won't open up to me, then at least open up to May. She makes you happier anyway, and she cares about you a lot! Can't she, of all people, know who you are?"
"She'll leave if she does," Silver reminded.
"Or she'll stay and accept you anyway," Ethan debated. "You can't decide what she'll do for her, Silver. You have to ask her yourself! You can make the best guesses about who someone is and even be correct at some point. But people change! You, of all people, know that just caring about someone isn't enough to make them stay. May seems okay with not knowing much about you now, but will she still be okay with it tomorrow—or even later tonight?"
Silver tightened his fists.
"I'm not saying you should tell her every dark secret you have!" Ethan assured. "Just give her a peek through those walls once in a while—show her you want her to be in your life like she wants you to be in hers. You don't want her to start having doubts now."
Silver groaned, "You're obnoxious, you know that?"
"Is that Silver-talk for 'you're right'?" Ethan grinned.
Silver rolled his eyes and moved onward, "I'll stay in the walk, but only if you stop talking."
Ethan smiled wider and followed, "Works for me!"
~.~
Silver slipped his keycard back into his wallet before locking the hotel room door behind him. Upon doing so, the scent of barbecue sauce and fried vegetables reached his nose. His eyes darted to the kitchen immediately after to see a plate of sautéed greens and tofu at the edge of the dining table. Adjacent to the meal was May, who was resting her head on top of her folded arms. She had changed from her contest attire to her favorite yellow t-shirt and purple pajama pants combination. She only wore that outfit on the days she felt her best. Today must be a good one for her. For all of them, Silver admitted.
When Silver drew closer, he noticed that her eyes were closed behind her stray fringes. He gently brushed her hair aside as he watched the rest of her body rise and fall in a rhythm. She was sleeping, the redhead inferred in wonder. May might be an early sleeper, but it was only ten o'clock. She was usually still awake at this time, browsing through social media on her phone or having long text conversations or calls with her friends. Hell, he was expecting her to be on the phone with her parents. The fact that he wasn't being threatened by her disapproving father right now was quite a shock.
But after glancing at the plate of steaming vegetables on the table, Silver could only conclude that his girlfriend had spent most of her time alone cooking this meal for him. It couldn't have been ordered from someone else because the sink was still wet from her washing the cooking utensils. She had yet to cook up to this point; he was the chef in their relationship. Dating or not, Silver had been the one to do the cooking for them. He had developed a specific palette after tiring of literal garbage food. If the money he stole or won from others couldn't afford fine dining, he would make those extravagant dishes himself.
So why did May cook, and why now?
Silver placed a hand on May's shoulder and gave it a placid shake. May was a deep sleeper, but she wouldn't be hard to awaken if she was waiting for him. And she was waiting for him, Silver deduced. She was on a chair—her usual start—and beside the plate of food. She probably wanted to watch him eat it, maybe eat with him if he had arrived sooner. Knowing May, she probably 'taste-tested' her project too many times before her body decided to work on that and the dinner they had eaten at the restaurant. But Silver knew his girlfriend well enough to know that she was never completely stuffed. And these were vegetables; they weren't going to fill anyone. It was more of an appetizer than anything.
Speaking of appetizing...
"Silver?" May murmured, slowly lifting her head. Her sapphire eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the kitchen lamp. Her boyfriend was standing beside her, observing her with a bemused expression. She quickly hopped to her feet and kissed him. "You're here! Surprise!"
"Did you cook?" Silver stroked her back.
"Yeah!" the brunette answered happily. "You helped me a lot to win this contest, so I wanted to thank you. I thought it would mean more to you if I made it myself, so I did! Try it! I taste-tested it to make sure it was good, and your pokémon can have some too!"
Silver's onyx eyes softened as he turned to May, the plate of food, and to May again. His thumb rose to her cheek and traced the pink shade on her skin. Then, his eyes flashed, and he smashed his lips to hers. He lifted her onto the table and had her sit next to the food.
"Don't think this will make me forget the punishment you're due for," he growled, gliding over her mouth to graze her jaw.
"N-No," May gasped, "I w-wanted to do something nice for you." A whimper escaped her lips when he kissed her below her ear.
The redhead's movements paused for a brief moment, seeming to absorb her words. Then, May squeaked, when Silver carried her toward the bed. She returned to her feet but didn't get far. Silver trapped her in his arms and bit her ear in warning.
"I'm hungry for something else right now," he hissed, "and you've been a bad girl."
"B-But I won the contest like you said I would, and c-cooked for you," May tucked her chin. "Shouldn't I be rewarded?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
Silver smirked and pushed her, so she sat on the mattress. "How well you let me discipline you."
He briefly visited and returned from his luggage with a black necktie in his hand. He kneeled before May, so they were at eye level, brushing his accessory's fabric on her shirt.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
May nibbled on her lip, staring at his deep, onyx eyes as she nodded, "Yes."
"Then close your eyes."
May pressed her lips together and did as she was told. Then, to her surprise, Silver's necktie was around her head and over her eyes, keeping them closed. Before she could ask what was happening, Silver sealed her lips with a kiss, melting her inhibitions as his hands traveled under her shirt.
"S-Silver…" May shivered. Her yellow t-shirt was over her head. She was then laid on the mattress, and the bedsheet brushed her bare back. Nothing happened for a short second. Then, one of her nipples was in her boyfriend's hand, while the other was in his mouth. "Ahh...Ahh!"
Silver lifted his gaze to her, watching his girlfriend flush and squirm under his touch. She couldn't see what was happening because of that blindfold but felt it more strongly than ever. It made May more restless, and the lust coursing through his veins burn.
He lowered a hand to press her tender entrance and smirked. Her panties were soaked. May moaned and bucked at his touch, urging him, but then he did what she neither expected nor wanted: he pulled away. He stood with both feet on the floor and sneered at her gasp.
"Silver!" May shrieked.
"What's wrong, May?"
"S-Silver, please," she desperately begged. "Touch me. M-Make me…"
"Cum?" Silver finished. "I don't think so. You'll cum when I say you'll cum. And right now, you don't deserve to. Not after how you behaved today."
May pouted, displeased. Then, to rebel against her stubborn partner, she lowered her own hand to her pajamas and slipped it inside. She couldn't see what was happening due to the blindfold, so it took her by surprise when Silver suddenly snatched her wrist.
"Did I say you can touch yourself?" he growled. "You're making it worse for yourself, May. We're going to do something about that."
May quivered in anticipation, almost too frightened to move as she listened to Silver go through his luggage once more. Her muscles tensed when she heard footsteps increase in her direction, and then she gasped when Silver grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head. She began to shake again when the hand that had bound hers was replaced with something thin but heavy. The bond dug into her skin when she attempted to part her wrists, keeping her hands restrained, and her breasts pushed forward.
"S-Silver?" May uttered.
"Are you afraid of me?" Silver asked, running a thumb across her jaw.
May was quiet for a moment. Then, her head shook between her arms, "No."
"Good," Silver approved. He claimed the hems of his lover's pajama pants and underwear, unpeeling her as he stared at her heaving chest. "Are you going to act up again? Or should I leave you naked and vulnerable like this for the rest of the night?"
"N-No, Silver!" May cried. "I'll be good! I'll be really good."
"You better not be lying to me," Silver tugged his coat and shirt off and threw them aside. "You don't want to know what I'll do to you if you are."
"No, I promise, Silver. I'll be good! I'll be so good," May insisted. Her second lips throbbed and glistened in arousal, which Silver was quick to notice.
His underwear and pants came off right after.
"Who do you belong to?" Silver rubbed his hardened penis.
"You," May replied obediently. "I belong to you."
Silver exhaled in lust and relief. He drew closer to the brunette and pressed his member against her entrance. He clutched her soft thighs and spread them. "And me," he added, pleaded. "Who do I belong to?"
May's lips, which had been parted to pant for breath, closed to form a gentle smile. "Me," she answered. "You belong to me."
The coordinator gasped as her pussy began to stretch open. She let out a breathy cry as Silver continued to enter her slowly.
"Are you okay?" Silver asked. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook as if it was taking every ounce of his will not to plow her in one thrust.
"Y-Yeah," May stammered. "It's not as hard as the f-first time. But, be gentle, o-okay?"
"I will be," Silver said, "at first."
As assured, Silver moved little by little until he filled her completely. The sweat forming between them made it harder to maintain his hold of her, so he altered his grip as May adjusted to his size.
"Okay," May nodded, "I'm ready."
She screamed when the redhead pistoned his way inside. His thrusts were slow but hard, thrusting deeper and deeper as he spread her legs for a better angle.
"Silver!" May cried. "Ah!...Yes!"
"May," Silver hissed. May was squeezing him more and more with each movement, which would have made his lover an even tighter snatch if she wasn't so wet.
Then May came out of nowhere, hugging him deliciously and flashing stars across his eyes. His hands loosened around her legs, but the redhead didn't part them—not yet. He instead fell on top of his equally weary lover. He opened his mouth, breathless, and noticed May's flushed complexion.
Silver propped himself up and pulled off the blindfold. He watched May's eyes open again and took a moment to trace her cheek. Then he untied the belt around her wrists and let them fall on her sides. "Lift your head," he ordered. When May complied, he slid a pillow under her head and cupped her face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," May nodded. She continued to catch her breath as a shy grin stretched her face. "That was really good."
The redhead smirked. "Good."
He remained inside her, even when the weariness began to fade. He lowered a hand to where they were joined, feeling himself push deeper into her as their mixed juices trickled between them.
"We have to use condoms next time," he told her. "It's safe not to wear them now, but we'll start after you get your period."
May blushed. "How do you know when I would…"
"You get your period on the same days of the month, so you're regular."
May blushed harder and hid her face in her hands. It was embarrassing for her to talk about periods with anyone, even with her doctor. Yet, there Silver was, discussing it like they were going over a defensive maneuver in combat. Was it normal for boyfriends to keep track of their girlfriends' periods? She guessed it would make sense if they were trying or not trying to have a baby.
Then a thought occurred to her as she lowered her hands. She turned to Silver, who was thumbing circles on her hips and tucking his head next to hers, and gathered as much courage as she could.
"Silver?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to have kids someday?"
His thumb froze in place. May bit her lip as the rest of her boyfriend's body stilled on top of her.
"It doesn't have to be with me," she assured. A pang of sadness struck her heart, but she ignored it. "I mean, in general. Do you ever want to be a dad?"
Silver was quiet for a long moment. Then, after hugging her waist, he answered, "I don't know. I don't know how to be one."
"Can't you ask your dad?" May teased, stroking his arm. "He has a lot of experience raising you, after all."
Silver hugged her tighter, but in a way that was more painful than affectionate. His breathing suddenly became ragged, and May felt goosebumps rise on her body.
"No," Silver corrected, "he doesn't."
"He wasn't around when you were a kid?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because he had better things to do."
"Better than raising his son?"
Silver squeezed her again, but not with his arms. His face pressed deeper into the crook of her neck, almost trembling.
May became lax under him. "Silver, I'm so sorry."
The redhead responded by biting her—hard, and then he thought better and licked her in remorse. That was right, May winced. Silver didn't like to be pitied. She still remembered the time he slipped on sleet when they were traveling and refused to take her hand to get back on his feet. When she asked if he was okay, he glared at her before walking ahead. Granted, it was one of the first days they started traveling together, so he hadn't warmed up to her yet, but not much had changed since then. Silver refused her help in any way, even today. If she showed any sign of concern for him, he would take it as an insult and storm off so he wouldn't yell at her face.
The brunette sighed and massaged his shoulder. "Was your mom around?"
When Silver shook his head, she felt her heart constrict. Really, her boyfriend had neither of his parents in his life? She was struggling to get hers off her back, and Silver had all the freedom in the world! But did he really, or was someone else taking care of him?
May would ask, but tonight might not be a good time for that. She just got Silver to share a snippet of his past. A small, sad one, but a snippet nevertheless. She would take her victories as they came and not get greedy. Silver was already looking like he regretted answering her questions, and she didn't want him to start distancing himself again.
May swallowed her deeper feelings and massaged him again. "If you do decide to have kids, you'll figure it out," she told him. "You're smart and determined. If you really want to be a dad, you won't let the unknown stop you."
Her breath hitched when Silver began to relax against her. The redhead then inched back to stare at her, and she responded to his scrutiny with a smile. Silver was an interesting guy. What would happen if he took care of a child or two? They might warm his heart! The thought of it warmed hers.
Silver dipped his head and gave her a chaste kiss. "Let's get cleaned up."
May flinched when he pulled out, their liquids dripping onto the mattress. But she didn't have time to relax when Silver suddenly scooped her off the bed and into the bathroom. She returned to her feet when Silver made sure that the water running through the showerhead was warm. The tiled walls of the shower stall were cold when her lover pressed her back against them. Steam filled the enclosure as Silver's tongue entered her mouth.
"Mmm," May moaned, running her hands over his muscles. Then, when he backed away, she took her body wash from the shelf and massaged it onto him. She had forgotten to buy a sponge to go with her soap, but using her hands wouldn't be a problem. Not when she could finally be the one to make him feel good.
"May," Silver hissed, squeezing his eyes shut as her fingers traced his abs. Water washed away the soap from his skin, so he felt more of May's touch than he did the thick liquid and suds she was rubbing onto him.
Then her hands traveled past his waist and down to the patch of red hair below it. Silver slammed a hand against the tiles as May went even further to wrap his dick. He was watching her the whole time—he was so large, her fingertips didn't meet as they slid over the veins of his cock. May didn't know what she was doing, and it was evident by how uncertain and random her movements were. Either way, it drove Silver crazy. So crazy, he bit into her neck and thrust into her hand.
"D-Do you like it?" May asked, wincing at the pain of his teeth pinching her skin.
"Yes."
May smiled shyly and kept going. She tried to keep her eyes on what she was doing, but Silver was pressing her more and more against the wall. Then, he thrust so hard, the tip of his dick brushed her entrance. It took all of May's willpower to keep a hold of him. As much as she wanted him to take her, she wanted to make him cum first.
But Silver was in charge, as the redhead soon reminded her. Before she knew it, her boyfriend turned her around and shoved her cheek and breasts against the tiles. The shaft of his cock snuck between her legs, rubbing itself against her labia.
"Silver!" May gasped. "I-I wanted to make you cum…"
Silver's hands slid over her arms and clutched her waist. An angle changed, and his dick was at her entrance.
"You'll make me cum, sweetheart," he said, making her blush with the nickname. "I'm just going to make you cum first."
"A-Ahh!"
May yelped as Silver entered her from behind. The girth she had previously been observing stretched her once more, causing her to brace herself on the wall as he burrowed inside.
"S-Silver!" she cried. "You're s-so much deeper!"
"Do you like it?"
"Y-Yes! Please, keep going!"
May yelped again when the redhead re-entered her with greater force. She clawed the wall as he moved faster, deeper.
"Yes...Yes! Hahh, don't stop!"
She really wanted him to cum from her hands, but his body was a weapon. She had no choice but to succumb to his judgments when he used his mouth, hands, and dick on her. She could fight back and assert herself, but when he was making her feel this good, did she even want to?
"S-Silver," May whimpered. Then, before she could say anything else, a violent orgasm washed over her. The brunette moaned and shook as her body was assaulted once again by a wave of pleasure.
"That's right, cum for me," Silver thrust, grunting when she squeezed him. "You want my cum? Then take it."
May gasped as she was suddenly filled with a gush of warm liquid. She almost collapsed, but Silver was pinning her in place, shooting more and more of his cum inside as she milked him dry.
Silver secured her hips to make sure every drop landed in her womb. Then, he remembered their previous conversation. Kids...did he want them? Even with May's faith in him, he wasn't sure if he would be a good father. But one thing was for sure: May would be a great, loving mother. If she were to give birth to anyone's children, Silver couldn't imagine her birthing anyone's but his.
Wait, what did he just say?
Despite his sudden concern, Silver kept May in place as they caught their breath. It was just a passing thought, he told himself. A heat of the moment thought. It didn't have to mean anything if he didn't want it to.
He quickly swept away May's brown hair and kissed her neck. "May."
"Yes?"
"Do you mind cleaning up on your own?"
Silver felt her stiffen. He could feel everything when he was inside her.
"Why?" May asked.
"Because I want to try the food you prepared for me," the redhead answered. "And if I stay here, I'll fill you with so much cum, you'll definitely get pregnant."
May squeaked in embarrassment, and then once more when Silver pulled away. She collapsed onto the shower floor and sat against the tiles, a blush coloring her cheeks as their fluids trickled out of her. She stared up at the redhead, who was also staring at her. She didn't realize how long they had been doing so under the shower, water trickling down their bodies, until Silver's cock began to harden again.
"I'll meet you outside," Silver muttered. He snatched a towel to wrap himself with and exited the bathroom.
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May eventually exited as well with a towel wrapped around her body. She quickly glanced at her dressed boyfriend eating her meal on the table, grinned, and rushed to her suitcase. The sooner she clothed herself, the sooner she joined him.
"Don't bother."
The coordinator blushed and looked back at her partner. Even from a distance, she could tell that he had a smirk on his face. Silver wasn't done with her, it seemed. Not that she minded. She couldn't resist him either. Still… "But I'm cold," May pointed out. She was still wrapped in a towel after all, and the room was chilly.
"Wear one of my shirts," Silver nodded to his luggage, "and only my shirt."
May beamed and sped toward his black baggage. First, Silver shared a clue about his past, and now he trusted her with his stuff? Their relationship was progressing! Thank goodness she already blew-dry her hair. She didn't want to waste any time.
After glancing over Silver's luggage without looking too eager, May selected one of his navy long sleeve shirts and pulled it over her head and body. Silver was taller and broader than her, but the fact was more obvious now. His shirt fitted her like a dress, barely covering her mid-thighs.
Her boyfriend's gaze darkened as she made his way to him.
May was about to take a seat when Silver abruptly grasped her wrist and pulled her to his lap. His lips tickled her neck, which she realized was his favorite spot on her, while his left hand traveled up her leg and brushed her inner thigh.
"S-Silver," May whimpered as another hand began to join. "Silver, wait."
The redhead paused.
"I want to know what you think of my cooking first," May told him. "Is it good? Do you like it?"
Silver sighed, snaking his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder and told her, "I want it to be spicy."
"But I have to taste-test the food before I give it to you, and you know I don't like spicy food!" May debated. "But...maybe I should have had chili on the side so you can add them later…Ohh, I'm sorry, Silver! I wanted this to be perfect for you!"
"Don't be sorry; you didn't have to do this," Silver grunted.
"Are you...mad that I cooked for you?"
"No, it's not that."
May stumbled when Silver lifted her off of his lap and back onto the table. The redhead then stood between her legs and held her close to him.
"I help you because I want to. I support you because I want to," he said. "You don't have to pay me back for anything."
"I know I don't have to. I want to," May returned. "And even if you haven't done anything for me yet, I'd still like to cook for you. I like you, Silver. I want to do things for you too."
Silver frowned and dropped his gaze.
"What's wrong?"
Silence.
"Silver," May cupped his face, "you can tell me anything. You know that, right?"
The redhead did his best to hide his grimace. He felt like he was balancing on an unstable surface again, wobbling to and fro. But there was a hand for him to take this time. He wasn't alone anymore.
With as much courage as he could muster, he took it.
"No one...has done this for me before," he muttered. "I don't know how to react. I'm not used to it."
"Well then," May wrapped her arms around his neck. Her cheeks rounded as she grinned, "get used to it."
Silver met her gaze. Then he kissed her, capturing her lips in his. When he felt May smile in their kiss, he scooped her into his arms and carried her back to the bed. He gave her one more kiss before laying her on the mattress. Then, after absorbing the image of her once again in his shirt, he took off his.